In a flash several days passed. Michael continued to train with his crew the entire time. Both to increase their prowess and to distract them from their dark thoughts.
"Again!" Enzo struggled to rise to his feet, his breathing erratic.
The whole day he had been sparring with Michael. Evidently the man had reached his limit, yet he was reluctant to give up.
"Your head is bleeding. It will be wise to take a breather." Michael suggested.
"NO!" Enzo hit his two gauntlets together. "How could I afford to rest when the fall of Celestia is still fresh in my mind? Just as you said, the aliens could have kept some of the civilians alive. Until we rescue them, rest is prohibited!"
It was understandable, since most people were bred for war; the very idea of civilians perishing due to alien attacks that they had failed to halt was a traumatizing experience.
