He could feel the improvements this grueling pace was producing. Quicker in his striking, his leg kick speed was nearly as fast as his hands, and his endurance had increased as well. The price, rising before dawn and working until darkness fell, was worth it. Drago had eighteen weeks remaining before his fight, and so he pressed on, certain Harrison was doing likewise. His favorite training day was Saturday, when he had Guy's uninterrupted expertise. The workouts were exhausting yet exhilarating. Guy relentlessly worked Drago's timing on strikes, foot and head movement, controlling the octagon space, and throwing combinations while creating unexpected angles. This instruction would prove invaluable, Drago knew, and he therefore repeated the motions until he moved without thought. Outside of training, the highlight of his week was Sunday. Grace had asked him about his faith after spying the cross he wore around his neck, and being outwardly pleased at discovering their shared faith, invited him to attend weekly mass at St.
