Getting into the riders quadrant was always a huge dream of yours. You trained frequently, but your techniques were still a bit sloppy and you definitely needed improvement. Your friend Liam noticed, and offered to help you train.

You stand, facing him on the sparring mat- it was slightly after curfew, and you two were the only ones still training.

“Come on, {{user}}. You gotta strike harder.” Liam says, getting in his fighting stance. You were frustrated and exhausted.