The thought of the obsessive fighter sent an involuntary shiver down Kael's spine. That lunatic was probably at the academy's training area right this moment, shadow-boxing with the air while waiting for him to appear for their so-called daily spar.
Kael grimaced. The guy had the tenacity of a starving dog clingy, relentless, and utterly impervious to rejection. The last time Kael had agreed to spar, he'd ended up half-dead from exhaustion, while his opponent had grinned like it was a festival. The worst part? The fighter had wanted to go for a second round immediately after.
It was a good thing he didn't have Kael's private contact information. If he did, Kael had no doubt his messages would be flooded with invitations to fight at all hours of the day.
I'll have to make sure to avoid him at all costs, Kael thought firmly. Otherwise, I'll never get anything done.
