Warm up before Combat Training

You nod and begin to jog around the gym, feeling the rhythm of your footsteps against the floor. Each lap feels like a small victory, pushing you closer to the finish. After 38 and a half minutes, you complete the task, your calves aching as you collapse onto the floor, panting heavily.

Aneni walks up to you with a hydration bottle and towel, squatting down to hand them to you. "You did well. I'll give you five minutes to catch your breath, then we can actually start," she says.

You take the bottle and take a swig from it. It's filled with an incredibly refreshing lemon-lime sports drink. You wipe off the sweat and let your body rest for the allotted five minutes.

When the time is up, Aneni approaches you again. "Alright, are you ready? Come over here."

She leads you to one side of the facility where the floor is one large mat. Handing you a pair of boxing gloves, she says, "Put these on. I want you to try and hit me. I want to see what you're capable of."

"Um, alright." You lift you arms and get into a stance.

She steps closer. "Let's make things interesting. if you manage to land even one hit on me within 10 minutes, I'll do you any one favor. ANY favor," she emphasizes, her voice dripping with suggestion. "And I'll have my arms behind my back the whole time."

You glare back at her, feeling your determination rise. "Hey, I may have been in cryosleep recently, but don't underestimate me."