[ He takes her hand, hauling himself back up. This time, though, he takes the initiative to move back a pace or two – he'd rather not have another repeat of Gamora nearly taking out his head with a chop from her arm.
Just push himself, she says. It'll make progress easier.
He's been doing that for almost two months, now, he thinks. It hasn't made anything easier.
Another thought to shove out of his mind as he readies himself again, as he steels himself for another round. He circles around again, trying to get into the correct mindset, and he charges forward.
The results are more or less the same. He tries, though, tries to stay on the offensive, to stay aggressive, but as the fight drags on, he falters. Gets into his own head, thinks too hard on his moves, and without his meaning to, he falls back into keeping himself guarded, losing that edge.
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Just push himself, she says. It'll make progress easier.
He's been doing that for almost two months, now, he thinks. It hasn't made anything easier.
Another thought to shove out of his mind as he readies himself again, as he steels himself for another round. He circles around again, trying to get into the correct mindset, and he charges forward.
The results are more or less the same. He tries, though, tries to stay on the offensive, to stay aggressive, but as the fight drags on, he falters. Gets into his own head, thinks too hard on his moves, and without his meaning to, he falls back into keeping himself guarded, losing that edge.
The results are predictable. ]