Hope cracked her neck and lifted one hand to wipe the sweat out of her eyes.  She could feel fatigue burning at her muscles, but she wasn't going to give up.  She circled the punching bag again and gave it a few more hard jabs before dancing back on the balls of her feet, feeling the pounding in her heart jump just a little more.  It was good, almost like the rush she got from being in the court room.  She caught Okyoe eye and danced back a little more, offering her a smile. The woman had been a godsend really, seeming to know how much Hope liked to push herself mentally and taking that into account to push Hope physically.  There was something incredibly intense about her that Hope was drawn to, like she was a kindred soul.  Of course she was also paying Okyoe handsomely for her time, so it could be just a part of their client-teacher relationship.  But Hope liked to think it wasn't just that.  She threw another punch and then looked to her trainer again. "Come on, I know you're dying to give me some pointers," she said and paused for long enough to go get a sip of water.  "What's it going to take to get me to get you in the ring with me?  It'll be fun."