Watching as she began her workout, Wu set himself to work on his own minimal stretches quickly. A roll of his bad shoulder until it popped, stiff presses of the balls of his feet, a few low crouches to pop his knees, and he was up and ready. And thankfully, it was a simple routine to follow, one that Wu dropped into with ease as he settled by Carmel.
There was definitely some fluid ease in his moves, a familiarity born of plenty of very real fights that showed as Wu mirrored every punch and kick, punctuating each uncurling limb with sharp puffs of exhaled breath as he visualized who would be on the receiving end of his fists. But it felt wonderful to be here, even if he only showed that in the faint spark in his normally unreadable gaze, and before long Wu started to push for a faster tempo, letting his own swings precede Carmel's just a bit.