The first time by daughter fought in chain mail, there was a nice loud Ohhh when she took a solid hit in the side. I could tell it hurt. Her sparring partner asked she was OK. All she said was. I want to continue.
Mom, was so mad when we got home. She was bruised all over. Her sparring partner was in sad shape. She kept at it until he gave up. He was exhausted. He was having some difficulty with walking. We are doing this in South Florida in the summer. Even in the shade. It is grueling.
Yep, down here in Trimaris it's really important to learn early on the signs of heat exhaustion and heat stroke.
I know, I said I quit, so why am I posting? 'Cause there ain't no Blogorette patch.