SPOILER: Click to show

{Mood Music}So You Wanna be a Boxer

Sikes was strong, there was no doubting that. Many who had failed to pay up could attest to that. However, he often found that his blows did as much damage to him as they did to whoever he was delivering them to. Many a time he would have to bandage his bruised and bloodied knuckles after a bout. It worried the missus, the kids, and it was pretty undesirable for himself as well. He decided to do something about it. Lugging your strength around was all well and good, but it would be better if he could lug it more effectively.

And that is why, on this cold and frosty morning he was at Joe's gym, ready to start training.

The first session started easy enough, with a heavy bag. Blow after blow was thrown at the bag, as he watched its movements, learning to time his swings to match those of the bag, to find the point where the swing of his arm caused the most effect on the swing of the bag. Not that he understood the physics of moments and the like! No, he just learned how to make things fall down better, as well as ways to have his fist impact the bag without wounding it, or his arm, too much. Though unless he held back, it did still smart. Thankfully there was plenty of ice about, given the time of year.

Afterwards the landlord moved onto a speed bag. This was much trickier, as the small thing bounced around so easily.

"One, two. One, two. One two."

He counted each swing out loud, smacking the thing twice with each fist before swapping to the other. At first he was a sloppy mess, but with time and repetition, he started to build up a semblance of a rhythm. He was still a long way off from becoming particularly good at it, but he was getting there.

1 RP allocated.