The distinctive feeling of her shoes hitting the back of your head was an all too familiar one, she always over did it during sparring. The sound of sheep being startled by your form being launched a couple feet away and hitting the ground hard rung loudly in your ears. It was humiliating, but you'd never give her the satisfaction of knowing that by crying out in pain or chastising her. Actually, she wasn't sure what you could do right now. She was almost certain you were unconscious. She called your name a couple times before trekking to where you lay, patches of dirt torn up around where your knees or arms had dragged across when you landed. Strand of grass were laying in your hair and she tapped your shoulder with the front of her shoe as she called your name again before jokingly adding "If you're dead then I take no responsibility. Alright?"