One Month Later
My bare feet thud against the cool winter ground. The loose dirt flies up into the moon-lit night as I spin on my heels to face my sparring partner. I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath as I come to a perfect landing like I have managed to do so many times before now.
"You know, for someone that knew nothing when we started training, you've improved a lot," Raphael snickers with his hands on his knees in a crouched position. His chest heaves heavily as sweat drips from his sweat-drenched hair; he's out of breath as much as I am.
"For a blind guy, you are a great teacher," I admit as I take a seat on the cold hard ground; the refreshing coolness is like ecstasy against my burning skin.
"Blind most of the time," Raphael suggests as he closes the space between us a
