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"One, two. Now, your left!"
Along with my voice, the sounds of gloves hitting the mitts continued to ring out. In front of me was a sweating Sena as she continued to follow my instruction.
Unlike her lovely demeanor earlier, she's now glaring at the mitts worn by my hands as if it's her long time enemies. Each of her punches was powerful enough to push me away if I didn't anchor myself to the ground.
Though she's accurately hitting with sufficient power where I put my mitts, she's using too much strength even to her non-dominant fist. She's a Southpaw so I had her train her right arm before but now, she's putting more focus to it than her left where she could exert more strength with less effort.
"You're still this aggressive Sena, I already taught you how to calm down, right?"
I commented when we took a short break. I helped her remove her gloves and handed her a drink. Amidst her gasps for breath, her sweat kept on gushing out of her.