Two weeks.
Fourteen days of Ashford Ground in the morning and the evening and sometimes the middle of the afternoon when Wrath decided the middle of the afternoon was also a training opportunity.
Fourteen days of Flash Step until the entry and exit of it had started to feel less like a decision and more like a reflex.
Fourteen days of the punch Wrath had been building in him, practiced against the tree and against the bags Wrath had brought out on the third day, the ones designed for exactly this kind of work.
His ribs had been fine from the first morning. He had not mentioned this to Elena.
Elena had watched him train every day and had drawn her own conclusions about his recovery, crediting the work itself rather than anything else. Which suited him fine.
Fourteen days of looking at the closed cage before beginning each session.
