Beating a pear in a private gym, Connor puffed from each new blow with his fighting gloves on the pear that hung above the ring. He was so focused on preparing the fight that he didn't even notice anyone around him. Continuing to train actively, he was distracted by the noise of the incoming door. What hell. You're someone else. Brazenly asked the Equestrian girl who was standing at the entrance to the hall. He pulled off his gloves and ran his palm over his sweaty face, staring at the girl.