Cowboy goes durrr.
Breathing deeply, the young man let his head tip back momentarily to touch the ground, one hand resting on his heaving chest. The other crept to his torn shoulder, luckily only a minor injury and barely bled though one that still stung badly. He could only imagine the damage it would have done if X’yrin had been fighting a true enemy rather than a pupil. On the other hand, he’d hardly pulled his blows at all.
An umber hand reached toward him, and with a grunt of thanks he let her help him stand. He braced himself once he was up, still grabbing his shoulder and listening intently to her words - praise, and then a fact that he already knew. A small chuckle of amusement left his square maw until he fell silent at her question.
“I wasn’t really...” Wayne began, trying to remember what had spurned him on in the heat of the moment. He frowned and cast his eyes downward. “I realized I was gonna lose. I didn’t want to fail.”
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