They fight for a few more minutes with Booker clearly the loser in the whole thing. The final blow slices across his chest lightly but that's what he gets for not wearing a shirt while they do this.
"Alright, alright, alright," Booker said as he raised a hand and signaled for the training to end. His wound was healed before he even finished the words. They had done a good job of keeping the injuries light, no need to regrow tendons or wait for guts to roll back in.
Booker felt the ache in his arms and shoulders though. He had a better handle on his saber but he would really need to practice more. Luckily, they were on vacation and he would have the time.
"Not bad for years of no practice." He offered a grin in Joe's direction. "Right?"
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Date: 2020-11-11 11:34 pm (UTC)"Alright, alright, alright," Booker said as he raised a hand and signaled for the training to end. His wound was healed before he even finished the words. They had done a good job of keeping the injuries light, no need to regrow tendons or wait for guts to roll back in.
Booker felt the ache in his arms and shoulders though. He had a better handle on his saber but he would really need to practice more. Luckily, they were on vacation and he would have the time.
"Not bad for years of no practice." He offered a grin in Joe's direction. "Right?"