After their short break Modo had decided to make sure that Throttle really understood what he and Vinny had been teaching her by acting as her sparring partner. It took longer than expected. And god knew how many times Modo visibly cringed when he wound up body slamming or throwing Throttle to the rocky ground at his feet and watched as she struggled.

Struggled to breathe. Struggled to get to her feet and continue.

He hated seeing a female in pain. Truly he did.

But he didn't have a choice in this either. If he left things completely to Vinny the lessons would be learned, but she wouldn't be able to practice them well enough to get them down. Not only that but Vinny had a mean streak in him a mile deep. He tended to stop holding back at random times when he sensed weakness in his opponent.

He might really hurt Throttle if given the chance. And there was no fucking way in hell Modo was going to allow that to happen.

Still... He threw Throttle to the ground again and placed his foot on her stomach as he crossed his arms. She was wheezing, her lip was busted and he could plainly see that the strain of this sparring match was getting to her due to the fact that she was starting to cry.

"Are you ready to give up?" He asked for what must have been the millionth time, hoping that this time she would actually concede defeat so that they could call it a day.

However if there was one thing he had already learned about his sister it was that she was very stubborn. The more frustrated she felt, the more she wanted to fight. She took several deep breaths and calmed herself and he could already sense that that wasn't going to give in.

He felt his lips quirk a bit as she finally managed to get out from under his foot and slowly got back up to her feet and staggered a little bit. Man, oh man. I'm not sure if I should let her keep going until she passes out or concede defeat myself. Modo thought as she put her hands up and balled them into fists and started to move like he'd showed her a few hours ago in a style that was eerily similar to Earth boxing.

"Oh so that's how you want to play." He muttered as he put his fists up and started to shift from foot to foot in a bouncing motion. He didn't particularly like this style of fighting. Especially when teaching others. And the reason for that was because it caused too much damage to the person he was teaching.

In fact the first time he'd tried it with Vinny his little brother had wound up comatose for almost a week and to be perfectly honest, Vinny had been a little bit off in the head ever since.

"Okay Throttle show me what you've got." Modo said as Vinny bristled where he sat, his white fur standing up on end as he pointed at them and all but shrieked.

"You can't use that fighting style on her! You'll kill her!"

"Mind your own business, Vinny." Modo snapped already mentally going over how much more he thought Throttle could take before she collapsed. Throttle kept stumbling and weaving off and on so it probably wouldn't take much for him to knock her out. He just had to restrain himself enough to keep from doing any lasting damage.

He was pretty sure that he could manage.

After all, he'd practiced after the Vinny incident just to make sure that he could hold back. So this situation wasn't entirely unlike that one. With the exceptions that the person he was up against was a female, and was also much more fragile than his brother was.

Throttle moved to charge him and he ended the sparring match with a well placed open palmed hit to her stomach. She coughed as her small body doubled over, blood and vomit coming out of her mouth and hitting the ground at his feet as her eyes fluttered closed and she went totally limp. Modo gripped her by the belt around her hips and carefully picked her up and settled her over his shoulder and used his other hand to rub her back soothingly and looked at Vinny.

"Alright kiddo. That's it for the day. Head inside."

Vinny jumped down from the boulder he'd been sitting on since their break and looked at Throttle with a worried expression on his face causing Modo to sigh again. Great now his little brother thought him capable of cold blooded murder. He was never going to live this down, was he?

"Throttle is fine Vinny. She's just exhausted and in need of rest."

"But you punched her!"

"No. I only made it look as if I punched her. I merely used the palm of my hand."

"But-"

"No 'buts', Vinny. She's fine." Modo said firmly as he pushed Vinny towards the house as he said gruffly, "Now go on to the house and take a shower and get ready for bed. Throttle will need a bath too before she's put to bed so I need you in and out before I get to the house."

Vinny looked as if he wanted to argue for a moment but then nodded and ran towards the house. The second he was out of sight Modo sat down on a large rock protruding from the blood red soil and carefully settled Throttle in his lap so that he could take stock of her wounds.