
Sayren was pretty certain something went wrong in her last combination. However, Ximal surprised her with questions about school, Savio, and even Revy. He wanted to know her impressions of them. Since she assumed he didn't bring up her kick punch combination, she must've done it correctly then. This made her smile before she glanced down to remember which stance she was in. The left foot was forward now, which was right considering she started a kick with her left forward, followed by the punch.
She quickly rolled her hips and launched another strike with her right foot, "Savio seems alright. A strange man, but he's nice." She brought the foot down and readied herself for the other, remembering now to shift with the other foot so she didn't knock herself off balance, "But the odd thing about him is...I don't..." She rose her left foot into the air, trying to imagine it striking at someone's head. "I don't understand his ambition. I'm glad he wants to learn, but I can't see why he wants to learn." She lowered the left foot and readied herself for the next strike, taking a deep breath, "And as for Revy, she's not much different than you. She seems to have an odd need for swatting my buttocks with a blunt sword." Now she struck with the right foot. She noticed she was dropping a little, maybe the conversation was distracting her a little. she dropped her right foot, putting a little bit more focus into it, she raised her left foot higher when she struck.
She noticed he didn't speak back right away. That's when she glanced aside at him to see him in some odd stance. His fists were raised and he seemed to be jabbing at the air. It perplexed her, but she assumed it must've been a style he discovered during his trainings. Then he brought up to her that with every kick, he wanted her to hold still for a quick moment. At least for about fifty of them. Then the warning about what would happen if her kicks dropped to about the shoulder height. It would possibly hurt her more than the opponent, definitely something to keep note of.
For about half a bell, she kept with the kicks. Pausing for a moment after each one till she reached fifty. Or better yet, twenty-six with her right foot and twenty-four with her left. She remembered when she started, it was a right kick, a punch, then another right kick before she went into this sequences of kicks. She took a deep breath to rest for the moment. Sweat had already started to bead around her forehead and roll down her skin, "Half way there..."