Two months after the fight with Kane, Luthra stood in the center of the training ground at dawn, his body moving through forms with the heavy chain, the movements had become second nature after years of practice, the weapon was an extension of his arm.
The chain whistled through the air as he executed a complex sequence, wrap, strike, redirect, pull, each motion flowing into the next without pause, the weight that had once felt impossible to control now felt natural, almost comfortable.
Rebecca was running laps around the perimeter, her breathing controlled now, no longer gasping after the first mile, she'd grown stronger in the weeks of training, her body adapting to the brutal regimen he'd set for her.
When she'd first started, she could barely complete two laps before collapsing, now she was on her eighth and still maintaining pace, sweat soaked her training clothes but her form remained solid, no wasted energy in her stride.
