Had he been someone else, that knee to the gut would've hurt like a bitch. Shaking it off, he rolled to his back, propping himself up on his elbows. "Naw, you didn't hurt me that bad. But if someone ever comes at you with a weapon, they're gonna be in a world of hurt," he said with a laugh. He'd probably be bruised by nightfall, but he'd live.
Rising to his feet, he brushed imaginary lint off his pants. "You're welcome to stop by to practice anytime," he said, moving toward the kitchen to pour them both some water. "And Cole, I taught him some of these moves, so as long as you're careful, you can practice on each other." He finished getting water into the cups and handed one to Ileana. "So, then, what scenarios were you interested in?"