Talk:Salamander/@comment-4407082-20151231093110/@comment-26115871-20151231175729

Well, she's already been willing to bend the rule by not requiring me to immediately beat her in battle and even is offering to train me so I can. How could I say no?

Don't get me wrong, the first few days I go to bed very, very, sore, but as the weeks go on and the muscles start building up I start being able to keep pace with her both on foot and in bed. When the time comes I finally challenge her - and I get my ass kicked (as she predicts) because even though I now match her in strength, I don't know anything about fighting with swords. So begins our daily sparring sessions, which take place from breakfast to lunch, from lunch to supper, and from supper to bed. It's a work in progress.