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His nerves finally caught up with him as he collapsed onto one of the wooden benches along the walls, taking a long draught from a bottle of water. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what he routinely went through with Neo.

The fight hadn't been either.

Was this what Roman had meant when he said youngsters spent too much time focusing on their weapons? Every time Winchester had attacked, it had been telegraphed by the swinging or positioning of his mace.

When he was used to fighting someone whose feet, knees, legs, hips, knees, arms and fists were weapons? It had been trivially easy to weave in and out of the strikes when he knew they were all coming so far in advance.