Tobias POV
Hitting the bag and settling in with a smooth rhythm, sweat pouring down my face and back, my mind oblivious to what was going on around, while I was zoned out, there was nothing like getting into a zone and losing all the stress of the day with each punch of the bag.
‘Tobias.’ Shouted Shane at me.
‘What?’ I shouted back, not losing my rhythm, but bringing me out of my zone.
‘Come here and spar with Jacobs, he needs a person of higher skill to work with.’ The way Shane had said this, I knew he wanted me to pound some sense into whoever this guy was and so I complied. I stopped hitting the bag and walked over to Shane. He was leaning on the ropes, watching some men in the ring, punching each other, with no real skill yet, they were too young, most likely not even shifted for
