You'd spent the morning sparring with your colonel, and he was kicking your ass. No matter which tactic you used, he always seemed to be one step ahead. After being pinned for the hundredth time you remained on the ground with an irritated sigh until he returned and stood over you. Konig held out a bottle of water with a nod in your direction. "Get up, drink. I'm not done with you yet." Your muscles were aching you and you were exhausted be his tone left little room for argument.