when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them all
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
She's starting to falter, whether through fatigue or boredom, and Koa can't blame her even a bit. How many times had he made the same complaints when he'd first started, growing bored and sore and over it, wanting to move onto something cool? Koa laughs sympathetically at Nova's discontent, no unkindness in the rich tone as he raises a teasing brow. "Not all the time, no. Sometimes I train with weights instead." He tosses her a playful wink.
Again Koa shifts back to Horse stance. "I had a teacher who would make us stay like this for five minutes without moving before we could learn to actually fight. Any shift in posture, and we'd have to start again. I thought he was crazy. First few weeks I was convinced my legs would fall off." And that had been without weights, which admittedly are causing him to sweat a little earlier than usual, the sheen of it lending an attractive gleam to well-toned muscles.
Rolling his head to crack his neck, Koa goes on. "But I stuck with it. And don't get me wrong, it sucked. But once I was strong enough to do that, everything else felt so much easier. And now? Now, I can do shit like this!"
Abruptly he explodes out with a forward-step-punch combo, followed by a roundhouse kick that lands him back in his stance. It happens a little slower than usual given the weight, but it's still impressively quick and intentional, and when it's finished he grins at Nova, raising both brows in an eager expression of how did you like that?
Again Koa shifts back to Horse stance. "I had a teacher who would make us stay like this for five minutes without moving before we could learn to actually fight. Any shift in posture, and we'd have to start again. I thought he was crazy. First few weeks I was convinced my legs would fall off." And that had been without weights, which admittedly are causing him to sweat a little earlier than usual, the sheen of it lending an attractive gleam to well-toned muscles.
Rolling his head to crack his neck, Koa goes on. "But I stuck with it. And don't get me wrong, it sucked. But once I was strong enough to do that, everything else felt so much easier. And now? Now, I can do shit like this!"
Abruptly he explodes out with a forward-step-punch combo, followed by a roundhouse kick that lands him back in his stance. It happens a little slower than usual given the weight, but it's still impressively quick and intentional, and when it's finished he grins at Nova, raising both brows in an eager expression of how did you like that?
Koa Carpenter
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
