Jesse - MCSM
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Another practised swing had slammed itself onto another half-damaged wooden dummy.
A harsh grunt escaped his throat, dizziness taking over his vision in a matter of seconds. He was training, harshly than ever..
It wasn’t until the ground had become his bed, collapsing in a quick manner as he failed to watch his footing, allowing exhaustion to pile up..
A single tear of blood seeped through the corners of his mouth..
What do you do?..