ONE WEEK LATER
Ten times.
Panting, shaking, I flop down after completing the obstacle course, the one we previously got stuck on. Now, of course, it has been accident-proofed and expanded so that it resembles nothing less than a miniature theme park on the villa grounds. Except this theme park has a deadly serious purpose.
Lobo lands with a WHOMP next to me, and so does Demos.
[Oooof.] Demos groans. [Have we practiced enough?]
Lobo is over-dramatic. [I think this contraption should be condemned.]
I roll in the sweet grass for a few moments, relaxing. After running the gamut repeatedly, we deserve a rest.
Glancing over at Lobo, I wink at him. Out of the three of us, only Demos is oblivious to the drive propelling Lobo and me. We have to be in peak shape for the Beast Taming Elimination Tournament, and we only have seven weeks to go.
