'This sucks!' Kyle thought as he lay on the ground with yet more broken ribs.
The two of them had been going at it for hours now, and Kyle hadn't gotten a single hit in, except for that one hit with his hilt.
After that one hit, Nervon had become far more careful.
'You know, if I were on Earth, my entire body would be sore. I swear, I've never worked out so much in my life.'
'But, oh no, this is fucking fantasy land, and as long as I get fucking food or whatever, my body recovers to its peak condition.'
'There's no end.'
'If I didn't need to sleep or drink, my body could continue for-fucking-ever.'
"Can we stop for today?" Kyle asked after eating more meat.
"How dare you!" Theodor shouted at him. "He is willingly teaching you, and you are refusing an opportunity to grow!"
Meanwhile, Nervon narrowed his eyes. "Is this all you can achieve? Is this your limit?"
"Where's the Kyle that ripped the throat out of a Spitter with his bare teeth?"
