"Yes...this is exactly what I was hoping for! Come on, let's go another round!" Exclaimed Izzy enthusiastically, as she got back onto her feet.
"H-huh? No way...give me a break, I'm completely wiped out here, we've sparred for six whole rounds today, I'm done for the day," I responded wearily, collapsing onto my hands and knees.
"Come on, you can't be done already! I'm just getting warmed up here! Okay, in that case, switch with Uncle Azazel," She replied without hesitation.
"Not happening...even if I'm not the one in control, it's still my body, so the exhaustion will hit me regardless of who's in control. Challenge someone else," I shook my head dryly.
"Hmph, party pooper...," She grumbled with a pout, letting out a huff as she finally relented and walked away.
I let out a sigh of relief as I sat on the ground, before leaning back and laying down, wiping the sweat off my forehead.