Day 36, Morning, Gym - Teyla and Sheppard
Strike, parry, strike, parry, parry, strike, ouch.
Strike, strike, parry, strike, parry, ouch.
Strike, strike, strike, aha gotcha ohshit ouch.
Sometimes, John wondered why he even bothered sparring with Teyla. Sure, he was getting better, but in general their sessions were hour-long demonstrations of pain and embarrassment. Every time he would finally get a handle on something and start getting the upper hand, she would bust out some fancy new move and send him skidding across the floor. Maybe he was just getting old. Luckily, this particular session was almost over, and so John decided that it might be a good time to bring up a slight problem that was on their hands.
"Hey Teyla," he said, between strikes and parries, "got a favor to ask you."
Strike, strike, parry, strike, parry, ouch.
Strike, strike, strike, aha gotcha ohshit ouch.
Sometimes, John wondered why he even bothered sparring with Teyla. Sure, he was getting better, but in general their sessions were hour-long demonstrations of pain and embarrassment. Every time he would finally get a handle on something and start getting the upper hand, she would bust out some fancy new move and send him skidding across the floor. Maybe he was just getting old. Luckily, this particular session was almost over, and so John decided that it might be a good time to bring up a slight problem that was on their hands.
"Hey Teyla," he said, between strikes and parries, "got a favor to ask you."