Their breaths were labored, their clothes starting to stick to their bodies due to the sweat from so many repetitive movements.

Your right wrist being held once again by Leon with a blow to your heel, making you fall to the ground with him knocking you out. Leon's knee pressed into your back, preventing you from moving.

He chuckled softly, hair sticking to his forehead, falling into his eyes as he lowered his head to look at you.

“I would give up if I were you.”