10th of Spring, 511AV
So, here are the basic forms for fighting, Logan said to himself. He placed both of his fists in front of him. The right was further from the left. He then moved his left foot back and turned it sideways.
You got your primary stance, he continued. And that's your basic stance which you will take up while you're in a fight. This is the stance ya really gotta get use to.
You put both hands up, right up front or left up front depending on which hand you preferred. The ones in the front do the punching and the ones in the back do the protecting.
Logan shot his right fist to the front of him quickly then pulled it back. He did it again but this time quicker. After the second time, he stood straight and dropped his arms.
Today will be the day I teach her how to fight, he thought. Let's hope she's a natural, because I am not a very good teacher.
The young boy stared around the room. It was large enough for five people to stand in and dance together as a group. Its walls where white, but its paint ripped on almost every wall from old age. On the side of the room was a hole to the ground made solely for heating. Wood filled it while a pot stood over it. Next to this hole was a small wooden round table matched with only two chairs. Adjacent to the table was a blue couch that stared at the only window in the room.
Logan looked at the couch then the table. He moved towards the table and took both the chairs to place them by the couch. Then he did the same with the table and marveled at his apartment's living room area. It almost looked clean.
There. Now when she comes we will have extra room to practice.
This day was chosen by Logan to be the day he trained his good friend Demitri. He promised to teach her how to fight and that promise he intended to keep. He asked her to meet him early in the morning at his apartment, dressed ready to sweat and prepared to endure some cruel punishment. Being a bad ass comes with hard work after all, he remembered telling her.
The boy wore some shorts for easy maneuvering and his white undershirt. He stared at the only door that led to the outside world and waited for her to knock.