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It wasn't good for them both to get rusty. Hadley had a reason why he avoided training like the plague. Isa had grown up with it. If she wasn't prepared, who would protect Amatha if something bad happened? Well, he would definitely attempt to protect her. A sudden surge of emotion ran through him, deciding that he wasn't going to try and get out of this training anymore. He would keep up, and make sure that he was confident in his ability to keep his family safe.
Nodding Hadley shifted into a defensive position, making sure that he was ready to change his position at any given time. He would stay strong. A punch came at him, Hadley blocking it with some surprising ease. His strike wasn't aggressive, but he moved with Isa's weight, pushing her momentum forwards. If it worked correctly Isa would go past him, and stumble with the sudden push. He had been paying attention.
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