"You kidding?" Samuel's laugh was a brief one, cut short by a wracking cough. It had been a long time since merely breathing had seemed such a chore. "Never better," he wheezed. He put one fist to the floor, pushing himself up, unsteady on his feet as he rose. Already he could feel the deep bruises he would sport in the morning. He could not say he was in the least displeased. Blinking blearily he waited for her lithe, cheerfully bouncing shape to come back into focus, a broad grin spreading across his lips as he waited. "That was fucking great."
He fumbled with his gloves, awkwardly pulling them off, dropping them unceremoniously to the mat. He cleared his throat, then laughed again. "But you know. I did land at least a couple of hits. So we were both wrong."