The void retreated. Everyone opened their eyes to find themselves back in their sleeping bags. Their minds were still buzzing because of the myriad of fights they had before. Their bodies could feel the difference. It was as though they had been fighting for months. The memory was ingrained in them, becoming muscle memory.
They weren't physically tired; however, mentally, they felt drained. They lay there on the floor of the room, taking inventory of the skills they had learned during this time.
Aiden was the first to sit up. He ran a hand through his hair, "Well, we got what we paid for. His eyes had a world-weary look. In 24 hours, he was able to learn more about fighting than he had in his life. He knew there was more to come, so he didn't reject it.
"A damn hard lesson if you ask me," Marcus said, sitting up as well, leaning against the wall.
