You can run, Cassandra

The heat of the battle still burned in Strax's body, each movement making his muscles scream, his wounds pulsing. It was a familiar sensation, though intensified, a pain he had learned to endure. Though his body was nearly at its limit, his mind remained focused. He rose, healed, and prepared for the next round. Each strike, each punch, each cut into his flesh shaped him more and more, transforming him into something... different.

Training with Cassandra was no longer just about strength. Now, it was about endurance. But not only physical endurance, but mental as well. And even with all the challenges, Strax began to notice something he couldn't fully understand — the attraction he felt toward Cassandra and, perhaps, what she felt for him.