It was a good day when the Commander could finally step back into a real role, instead of just being the figurehead of Garden.
Workouts with Zell had started that way, and gradually Squall had been dragged into more and more interesting situations. Zell was a bit more of a daredevil than Squall had expected he’d be. They regularly were trying some new dangerous thing (he’d already gotten some scoldings about that, but had continued anyway).
But lately they’d been pushing a bit further than he’d expected. Extreme sport type things, he’d figured out how to handle. More beyond that...
How did I end up here?
The two of them sat outside the rings edge, watching a couple of warm-up fighters duke it out, one of them doing a piss-poor job of it.
“You’re not really going up there, are you?” I’m pretty sure if you get the shit kicked out of you, discipline won’t be where the buck stops.
@zelldincht