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Exhaling slowly, Jo rolled her neck as she bounced from foot to foot. Shaking her bandaged hands, she studied her target, a big palm tree. Normally she would have used a punching bag, but this? This was hard, and it made her work more to find ways to hit something and not hurt herself.
So far? It hadn't exactly worked and she pretty much knew that even though she'd done a good job wrapping her knuckles... They were going to be bruised and swollen the next day.
Bringing her hands up, she balled them into fists and swung out, her right hook connecting with the tree with a loud crack. Wincing, she bounced back, shaking her hand out. Maybe she should have been doing this on a punching bag.
((OOC: Jo obviously needs a sparring partner... Or someone to laugh at her being dumb... Or someone to use as a punching bag. All three work!))
So far? It hadn't exactly worked and she pretty much knew that even though she'd done a good job wrapping her knuckles... They were going to be bruised and swollen the next day.
Bringing her hands up, she balled them into fists and swung out, her right hook connecting with the tree with a loud crack. Wincing, she bounced back, shaking her hand out. Maybe she should have been doing this on a punching bag.
((OOC: Jo obviously needs a sparring partner... Or someone to laugh at her being dumb... Or someone to use as a punching bag. All three work!))