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"And don't lock your hips. It needs to be a full follow-through. You punch, and you should twist on the ball of your back foot toward your strike. Your hips and torso twist with you for a full but controlled movement." I stood like he did and copied his movement exactly making my own popping sound when my fist collided into the bag. A smug smile stretched out across my face, and I did it again. I heard him laugh when I kept hitting the bag, smiling bigger each time I got the same result. He worked with me on my punches all night, showing me a few combinations and making sure I had each one perfect before moving on to the next.

Arrogant, self-centred little cuntwaffe. I run at him and jump, wrapping my legs around his ribs and punch him in the face. I keep punching and squeezing. His hands move to my legs as I lock my feet around his back. I jab my thumb into the pressure point behind his earlobe and he screams and I smile. Got ya.

Get close to him. I’d already told Ginny and Heath if we get separated to leave me be. I’d figure it out or worst case get somewhere and call her. I don’t need them to stress about me and I’m already certain we’ll get pulled apart. When Punch appears in the center of the ring he looks nothing like my Travis. He is Punch right now and I have to tell myself that. He raises his taped hands and growls loudly, spit flying out of his mouth. He looks fucking terrifying. He looks like if you ran into him in a dark alley you’d be his snack. Well, his wolf’s snack.

Garamba hurls her Stuff to him again and he easily dodges continuing his charge on Garamba who is smiling at him malevolently. She jumps and he stops and look at her in the air with Genteel getting closer to him also. Slowly he vanishes into thin air and reappears behind Genteel, hits her with his arm and she falls back. Vanishes again and appears in front of Garamba. Punches her in the stomach, holds her head and thrust it on his knee, throw her down and she lands on her stomach. He descends quickly crushing her on the back and she screams.

He’s not getting another chance. “Finn!! Four o’clock!” Greta shouts at me. I drive my right arm out clotheslining the girl approaching too slow. She goes down and rolls. I send two quick punches to her head. I don’t know this one, knocking her out seems like the best option. Hopefully she thinks through who she chooses to follow next time. I turn to try and gauge my surroundings and figure out where they have Greta’s net tied up. “I’ll look for the release! Two on your six and at least one more in the trees near the tunnel entrance.

He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth. “Get off me, you fucking bastard!” Garth shouts, attempting to kick me off like he did last time. I dig my claws in and continue to maul him the best I can. I don’t know what’s happening downstairs, but this asshole needs to die. Blood and muscle fills my mouth as I chew through him, spitting it aside.

He countered with a swift kick to Darren's stomach, sending him stumbling backward. "Is that painful, Swanson?" Gaspard asked with a mad grin on his face. Darren recovered quickly, launching a flurry of punches at Gaspard. But Gaspard was too quick, dancing out of the way with ease. He struck back with a vicious elbow to Darren's jaw, sending him reeling. I gasped as I watched Darren and Gaspard trade blows, each one determined to be the only alive one who walks out of this fitting room with me in their arms.

I swiftly pulled the gloves over my hands. "Alright, now give me your strongest punch. Don't hold back," Renin instructed, assuming a fighting stance with both feet firmly planted. Rolling my shoulders back, I drew my right arm back and then threw a punch at the punching pad on Renin's left hand. An unseen force pushed Renin back slightly, causing his feet to slide a few inches. He quickly regained his footing and returned to his original position.

While trapped in a limited space with no room for dodging, Kaze twisted his waist into a freaky position to dodge all four of the punches. At the same time, he threw his punches to the left and right. As he exerted his strength, two of Gareth’s disciples were punched away. Bang! Two of them were sent crashing on the ground further away. Even the bricks on the ground cracked on impact. The two of them bleed profusely as they suffered multiple broken bones.

Sarcasm drips from my words. Thane charges towards me with incredible speed, his elbow poised and ready. Just as he reaches me, he unleashes a powerful punch into the air. I raise my arms in the shape of an X and swiftly intercept his punch, my feet gracefully sliding backward from the sheer force of the blow. The sleeves of my shirt split at the seams on my shoulders due to my well-defined muscles.