With My Big, Strong Hands....

Bradley fell to the ground for the 100th time that day. Rubbing the blood from his split lip, he looked up with determination and said "Again" softly. The huge man facing him took a long look at him, then roared with laughter. "Ha ha ha! You're my son indeed, boy! No Quarterknight would roll over from just that!" Reaching out and grabbing the top of Bradley's head, he knelt and said "But that's enough for today, Bradley. Your body is more injured than you think, and despite your best efforts, i know how much I just hurt you. So let's take a break for the rest of the day, all right?"