"But, um, what's a good way to incapacitate someone? Like... for a long time?"
Blake asked the question almost absentmindedly while dragging a towel across the back of his neck.
His forearms burned from blocking strikes over and over again, and even opening his water bottle had started requiring more effort than he'd like to admit.
This was already the third day of actual combat training.
Surprisingly... it wasn't going badly.
It was painful and, at times, humiliating. But well, not that bad.
Every lesson Myles gave seemed to fit together in Blake's head almost immediately.
Once a movement was explained, he could usually reproduce it after only a handful of attempts. It wasn't perfect, far from it, but his improvement was fast enough that even he found it strange.
His skill was carrying him harder than he'd expected.
Across the room, Myles paused while rolling up one of the exercise mats. He slowly looked over at Blake.
One eyebrow lifted.
