Chapter 22

• Firmly, I adjusted the black boxing bag gloves I had around my wrists. I get my stance right by standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and my front foot facing the punching bag. I did not hesitate in unloading my punches, making sure I threw powerful and snappy punches at the punching bag. I planted my feet firmly when throwing the punches and when I'm not throwing punches I move aroused on my toes. my breathing labored. I've been at this for probably an hour or maybe more, I can't exactly tell. Suddenly I'm getting a little bored with the exercise. it would have been a little more fun if I was sparring against a real life opponent. Now that would be entertaining.
• I removed the boxing bag gloves. my long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut close. And as usual my subconscious formed a well built sturdy figure, a monster that after my life it looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jacket that looked like one formed from the heat and strain of battle in the medieval times. His face was covered in a golden mask, but the color of his eyes were red and dangerous. The conviction in his eyes was as firm as every monster I had met--to kill.
• I smirked to myself. my ocean blue eyes hardened and so was my conviction to protect myself as always. He balled his hands into fists and pulled them up in a fighting stance. Eagerly I lunged at him, striking him. He blocked and sent a swing at me, which I was swift to avoid. I kept my eyes closed to avoid breaking off my concentration and losing my imaginary adversary my mind always created when I needed to train..