Namor would be lying if he said he wasn't exhausted from sparring with Laura Kinney. She'd almost had him several times and if he was to think about it later, he wouldn't be able to say how he managed to avoid being impaled by her claws, especially the surprise he'd received when her footclaws made their debut. He'd grinned at the challenge, hoping she wasn't holding back just because it wasn't a battle in earnest, but in all honesty, he was as well. The goal wasn't to kill or maim, after all - not that she wouldn't just heal and get up to come at him again. Namor didn't have that advantage and by the end of their match, he'd suffered bruises and fatigue, his vitality taken from his douse in the pool earlier having been completely spent.
Namor was at normal, peak human strength levels and he was bent forward, hands braced on his knees as he caught his breath once he'd let her up from the final victorious pin.
"Laura Kinney," he breathed out, lifting his head to regard her with a look that was hard to earn from Namor. One of respect. "We will do this again some time. You are a worthy opponent. A warrior as much as Wolverine. In fact," straightening and stretching his arms above his head to help keep his muscles from cramping, he laughed, "I think you may be better than him. A weapon. Ha! You were right."