That poor pole. What did it ever do to deserve the punching that it was in the process of receiving?
If Trini were going to guess at the exclamation's purpose, Trini would have been quite content to go on some long explanation of how battle cries, even if they were somewhat nonsensical, could be great motivators for all sorts of things. However, at that particular moment Trini was busy striking the other side of the pole. "One! Two! Three!"
Trini had picked up that she should time her strikes to hit between Lee's strikes quickly enough, to avoid having her strikes compete directly with his. This meant that neither of them had the pleasure of having their fist jarred by the strikes of the person on the other side.
If Trini were honest with herself, she'd say that the week had been, in terms of training, one of the hardest and most satisfying that she had undertaken in some time. She did not often get the chance to train like this anymore, not with school and fundraisers and Rita's Monster-of-the-Week taking up time.
"Your fist holding up over there Lee?" she called as she struck the pole a few more times. "Four! Five! Six!"