I rested my head against the wall of the Training Grounds, watching as Jahi and the Marquess boxed away their annoyances and expelled a large amount of energy, the two Demoness' trading blows continuously as they tried to force the other to submit, which resulted in a rather stubborn lock between the two fighters, neither willing to show that kind of weakness to the other.
The fight in front of me was both admirable and enjoyable to watch as well as slightly harrowing, since this stalemate was driving them to serious injury as they boxed for a longer period of time than was necessary.
Injuries that would have gotten them pulled from a ring in my old world were things they pushed through and used as motivation to hit harder and faster, trying to inflict that same pain on the other as they continued to box.
