“If you were to fight me now, how would you stand before the attack?”
I bent my knees and folded my arms.
“Your mind is your weapon, you might be weak, but that'll be your greatest strength and to your best advantage for now.” She commented,
I bit back the response I was ready to fire. What is so great about being weak and having to get a constant reminder?
She brought out a long ruler and I nearly ran. Don't tell me she plans to use it on me?
She smacked my shoulder, then my calf, “feet and shoulder, one width apart, with a foot slightly back.” It stung but didn't hurt much. I quickly adjusted.
The ruler came down on my knee, “Knees slightly bent.”
“Keep hitting and I won't learn anything,” I mumbled slowly, so only I could hear.
“Hands up, chin down, and make sure your eyes
