“Ugh, yeah - that’s definitely it for me, tiger.” Johnny groaned, slumping onto the tree behind him and allowing himself to slide down until he sat. The sparring session had been intense, more-so than usual; it looked like their training was finally getting somewhere after all. They had barely even noticed the passing of time, the sky growing dark as the training grounds gradually emptied out, leaving just the two of them scrapping to their heart’s content. He raised a hand to his shoulder, rotating it gently with a wince - you’d really got him good, it looked like - though when he looked up, meeting your eyes, his signature ‘charming’ grin returned once more.
“Christ, you gotta slow down, Anon. You’re kicking my ass too much, it’s starting to hurt my feelings.”