"You won't hit me hard will you?"
Amaya sighed as her sister, clad in as much padding as they could manage, still trembled at the thought of sparring with her sister. "Amy, I have to train. I have to actually fight." She stood upright and put her hands on her hips. "Look, just...try to dodge and hit me back, okay? It shouldn't hurt much, if at all. If anything, you might be sore tonight."
Amy Rose squirmed a bit and looked away. "Well..."
"Amy, come on!" she exclaimed. "It's nearly curfew, and I had to fit training in somewhere. I don't know what any of our friends are doing, so I'm sorry I got you into this. Please don't back out now, it took an hour to get all that padding and put it on you!"
"I just don't like fighting."
The elder sister groaned and put her head in her hand. "So much for fighting a live opponent," she groaned.
