Bulla rubbed her face where it hit, wobbily getting to her feet. It hurt, but at least he was making an effort to balance restraint and challenging her. She knew that he was hitting her with a level of force appropriate to what she'd shown she could handle and dish out, and he wasn't continuing to hit her when she was down.

/So why am I getting back up again?/ part of her objected. She'd already done more than she ever had before. However, the fact that she could get up after that and shake it off meant that she could take more, and could still dish out more. She'd committed to a full day or as close to it as she could possibly manage. Wimping out now would not only be cheating him, but also cheating herself of learning the extent of what she could really do when motivated.

/Tomorrow, I'll sleep most of the day, and not train for at least a couple more days after that,/ she promised herself, appeasing that side of her that preferred to take it easy. /But for now.../

She launched herself at him, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks. She wanted to meet that challenge of his at least once before she let herself rest.