C35 Vendetta

Vincent peeled himself up from cold metal, his ribs aching as he hacked out a horrid bloody taste. The wind had been knocked out of him. Yet again, he had failed to progress anywhere with Jahni. Weeks they'd been at it—hours spent on one-sided fights and Vincent felt as if he was only getting weaker. Jahni was a force to be reckoned with.

"That's enough for today." Jahni offered a hand