“One, one, two, one, four.”
Pop, pop, thwack, pop, thump!
“Good! Keep it snappy. One, two, one, one, two”
Pop, thwack, pop, pop thwa… WHAP!
“Hey!”
“What? You think just because I’m holding these pads you get to let your guard down?” “No!”
Thwack, thwack, thump.
He seriously just blocked every punch?
“Pissed off? Well, c’mon… hit me.”
Pop, pop… WHAP!
“I said hit me!”
Pop, whoosh, pop, pop.
“You’ve gotta be better than that to get this old man”
Whoosh, whoosh, pop, woosh!.
“You misstepped there. Keep those feet moving or you’ll never hit me. You live and die by your feet son. You could know every shot your opponent will throw and still get hit if you don’t move those FEET!”
SMACK! Thunk.
“You’re starting to slow down, let’s call it a night. Your mom won’t appreciate us missing dinner again.”
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