Monday, September 3, 2007
Who: Riley and Charlie
Where: Training Terrace
When: Mid-Afternoon
What: Practicing



The combat gym was too crowded. Riley needed the sounds of nature and the comforting air to practice her 'art'. It wasn't much of an art she would say. No slow crafty movements like Tai Chi and she wasn't artful with a sword. This was faux boxing. You paced around and you tried to get your blood pumping as your fists raised towards your face and you readied yourself to defeat or fall by your contender. Of course, her contender was just the air.

Riley circled around the sandy terrain finally pacing her body in a fighting motion as she began to first give her opponent a set of fierce punches. Of course if he or she was really there, she would aim for their face, trying to throw them off guard before she went towards a vulnerable place like their stomach.

She went on with with harsh hooks making sure her stance was steady. Riley was sure she looked rather strange with no actual opponent. But it didn't matter. She had boxing. Boxing was her life. She didn't want to lose her championship skills just because she was confined.