Rio was huffing and out of breath. He defended a few more attacks, thrown once more against the wall. He didn't bother yelping, he was already sore as he got to his feet with a groan. Rashi watched him, threatening, and gasping for breath. He was drenched in sweat, but his head was clearer. His gut still churned from the mixture of empathic pain and anger.
"Y-You almost done yet??" asked Rio quietly, knowing full well that he had to let Rashi work it out.
Rashi responded with another series of poor, and half hazard attacks, ones that Rio would've been able to dodge if it weren't for aching muscles, and Rashi's lightening speed.
Rio groaned, getting up again, this was gonna take all night.