"How's the leg?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him. It had healed well enough to be able to continue training, but it would still hurt if Eli was the land a painful kick on my thigh like I knew he was planning to do.

"Fucking wonderful," I said sarcastically and got into a fighting stance. "How's your hands?"

"Good as new, thanks to you," he said smugly and I glared at him.

"Enough chit chat," Max said. "Fight."

The room went silent and every single pair of eyes focused on Eli and I as we faced each other off, waiting to see who would make the first...