~ Miyuki Tachibana ~
- Bellow High Stadium - Evening -
Miyuki fidgeted a bit with the mitts. They were heavier then they looked, and the balance of them felt weird. It was nothing like her shield. And she had two of them. That meant she couldn't brace with both arms like she did sometimes, but she had to work each arm individually. She gave a few practice motions with the mitts, moving them back and forth. They still felt awkward, but orders were orders.
Sigmund told her to get ready, to assume a wide stance, and to let him know if he was hitting too hard, which was very much a possibility.
A wide stance? "Like this?" she asked, her legs spaced out just a bit, one a bit behind the other, as if she were bracing to block an incoming Shadow with her trusty shield. Well, the stance helped her balance a bit. But... Sigmund was an actual boxer. She could tell just by looking at him that he knew what he was doing. "I, I think I'm ready." she said. Miyuki took a deep breath to steady herself. Okay, no problem. Just because Sigmund was a full fledged boxer, and just because he could light things on fire with his fists, didn't mean she couldn't handle this. But he did look a bit off... he was looking at her with a look of uncertainty. Of hesitation. Did she look that unprepared? She fidgeted with her stance again, adjusting this way and that, tugging on the mitts a bit until she felt a bit more... sturdy. "Okay." she said a bit hesitantly. "I'm ready now."
No sooner had Miyuki gotten her stance set than Sig readied a punch. She saw his arm start to rocket forward and braced herself, eyes closed, and felt only a light tap against the mitts, not even enough force to make her flinch. Either she was a lot tougher than she thought she was, or... She opened her eyes just in time to see Sig's second punch stop short.
"Yeah... sure, no problem." Miyuki said. Was she doing something wrong? Was it her stance? Was she holding the mitts the wrong way? She started fidgeting with everything again, just trying to make sure it was all okay... whatever okay looked like with this. She had never actually seen real boxing practice before. "Hey, is this okay?" she asked, checking her newly revised posture and position.
"Nah, you're doing fine," he answered, though he barely even glanced at her. Before she could protest, Sigmund motioned for her to get ready again and she instinctively ducked behind the pads. As she felt the next blow, there was no doubt it was a real punch. She flinched when it hit, but thankfully she held her ground. The mitt he hit was pushed back, so she pushed the other pad up to take its place, and it got hit just as quickly as the first one. This time harder. That one felt like a shadow attack. That must have been a real Sigmund-brand hit. She threw the other pad up, starting to get a feel for the rhythm. But so was Sigmund.
Every time she moved a pad back into position it got hit harder than the last time. She had managed to pick up the rhythm, but the speed was another problem entirely. Sig kept coming back harder and faster. After a few moments, it almost felt like she was having to block his punches, not the other way around as it had started out. "Umm..." she started to say, but Sig's rapid pace made it hard for her to think about anything but blocking. Left, right, left, right, faster, stronger, faster, stronger. He was building up speed and power at a rate that she didn't think she could keep up with. "Hey, Sig?" she started to say, just as she failed to get her arm completely rigid before the next blow. She let out a tiny squeal as her arm was batted away, the pad thankfully taking the brunt of the blow.
"Jeez - sorry about that, you all right?" Sigmund asked as he offered her a gloved hand.
Miyuki felt her arm. Her elbow was a bit sore, as was her wrist, but she was otherwise okay. Still, she couldn't take another hit like that. If she wasn't prepared again, she might actually get hurt. Which was definitely not a good thing to do right before a court. Miyuki nodded, and reached to take his hand before realizing that she still wore the over sized mitts. "Yeah, I think I'm okay." she tested her arm again, wincing just a bit as she spun her wrist. It was sore, but she didn't think it was injured. Thank her lucky stars she didn't use her right arm to hold her shield. She tried to hold out her arms again, but her right arm was a bit twitchy now, her elbow refusing to stay completely still.
"I can keep going." she said. Miyuki was a determined one. "Just, um, go a bit softer on me please? I mean, um, just don't hit so hard... no that's not right either." She took a deep breath. "Nevermind." She ducked behind the pads again. "Okay, let's go again. I can handle it."
"Yeah, I'll, um, do that," he nodded. Sig studied her for a moment, and just when she thought he was going to protest, he said, "If you're sure, five minutes. But then we're getting some ice on that."
"I'm sure, I can handle it." she said. She dug her feet a bit into the ground and braced herself once more as the training continued. She was worried that Sigmund wasn't getting much out of it, but he hit a lot more consistently than a Shadow did, so he was giving her a good workout. Hopefully this wouldn't tire them out before the court...
I have returned!
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