In a literal sense, sparring in general wasn’t necessarily fair in 141. New recruits got taken down on the mat like flies when it was training day. Ghost usually hit the hardest, had the most dropped into the mats.

You had a few, not a lot, but sure as shit enough to catch the attention of Price. The dragon hybrids tail swished, and he rolled his shoulders.

“Think you have it in you to give your dear old captain a good spar session?”

Probably not. Wouldn’t hurt to try.