Chapter 42.5

My training had been running for approximately thirty minutes and I could feel the lactic acid in my muscles burning a hole through me. It was just simple sparing but my back has connected with the mat so many times that I could not think that I could possibly get any worst. Maybe I wasn't comfortable with sparing with Jace so I just let him win easier, or maybe I really was just that bad. Knowing my track record, it was probably the latter.

During those thirty minutes, I could tell Jace was watching me, multi tasking with him sparing with me but also noting my strengths and weaknesses. There was no doubt I had many weaknesses, but I was still unsure about my strengths.

Currently, we were taking a much needed break from sparring and I could tell that he was surprised at my poor ability to defend myself. And honestly so was I. Did I really just wholly rely on people to save me? But what if they weren't there? What would happen next?

From the corner of my eye,