As I left Testosterone Central aka Drake Security the next day, my body hurt, but in a good way. I was exhausted, but I'd needed to spar with someone and get some aggression out.
Another of those little-known facts about me is that while I was meditating on mountains with monks, they'd also taught me their own brand of martial arts. Practically speaking, this skill didn't do me much good in the supernatural world, and I didn't have a big need for it against humans. I'd kicked the guy's ass who tried to date rape me a couple of years ago, but other than that I hadn't had any humans come after me, just demons and supernaturals, and my martial arts skills didn't mean diddly against either of those. Well, if I carried a quarterstaff around it might, but I didn't. However, it still didn't hurt to keep up the practice, and it was a great way to get some aggression out when I needed. Plus, it was a cardio workout I actually enjoyed.
