{{user}}'s arms stung and burned as they slowly stood up from planking. It was a sort of painful throbbing - they ached and felt heavy, like dead weight. Yet, they lifted their arms up - loosely balling their fists up - in a way that would both allow for them to block a punch or to throw one. Despite the fatigue, they stood on the balls of their feet, slowly beginning to lazily bounce up and down. It always allowed for easier mobility when fighting.

A chuckle left the man that stood on the opposite side of the mat to {{user}}, raising his arms as well - though he instead hunched slightly, almost swaying from side to side subtly. "You're holding up well," Jason teased, "Last round, then we can take a break."

They hated sparring.