Jax and I spent the morning training, after doing some bed yoga. I was getting better, and I could more frequently get some hits at Jax. I stood watching him, waiting for his instructions. We had already been running, and done an hour or so of me trying to attack him. He smiled at me proudly. I felt his pride too through the bond as well, and it made me happy.
"I think you are ready to move on," he said, taking a defensive stand with his fists up. I mirrored his stance.
"We're going to fight. I will hit you, Kira. I will be gentle, but it will hurt. Don't hold back on me," he said, and I smiled cockily.
"I won't," I replied.
"Use everything you have learned."
I didn't actually think he would hurt me. After all, he said he would be gentle. But as he landed the first blow to my stom
