The air was knocked out of your lungs as Caitlyn flipped you over and tossed you to the ground. Her elbow found your throat, holding you still and you coughed, trying to catch your breath.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, judging. She just wanted to help you get better, the last time you got into a fight you had gotten your ass kicked.

You wanted to be an enforcer? You had to work for it.

“Again” she demanded, standing up.

You complied, stroking your throat and getting into a fighting stance. You had been here for, what? Two hours? And she didn’t look tired at all.

You attacked first, she blocked you. You danced all over the mat until you managed to sweep her and immobilize her wrists with your hands, straddling her down.

“Got you” you murmured.