Maxwell's POV- Two Hours After Arrival
Hah... hah... hah...
I was breathing like a dying whale, each gasp burning through my lungs as I bent over, hands braced on my knees, my entire body aching like hell.
Kennedy stood a few feet away, barely winded, arms crossed as he watched me with the critical eye of a drill sergeant. "Again," he said simply.
"I... can't..." I wheezed.
"Yes, you can. One more time. Stance."
I groaned but straightened up, trying to remember everything he'd drilled into me for the past two hours.
"What are the rules?" Kennedy demanded.
"Never... cower," I panted.
"And?"
"Never cry."
"Keep going."
"Never run." I wiped the sweat pouring down my face with my already-soaked sleeve.
"Last one."
"Don't back away when they approach. Move towards them instead. Make them back away."
Kennedy nodded with approval. "Good. Now show me."
