Post by Luke St. James on Mar 28, 2009 18:14:35 GMT -5
Punch. Punch. Duck. Kick.
His opponent was constant, always bouncing back after a nasty hit. You'd think it would quit, but, no. It was a punching back and didn't know any better.
Luke exhaled, wiped his brow and steadied the bag before heading to wrap his hands. He'd been at it for half an hour. His boss had told him to be in the training room today and "accidentally" come across his newest assignment: Ron Stoppable.
"Up for the challenge?" he'd been asked.
Of course, he'd cockily laughed and nodded. The boy was fresh out of high school with splotchy formal training from Yamanouchi Ninja School. Challenge? Luke thought not. After all, he'd had tons of agent partners and had trained several before now. How could Stoppble be any different?
His opponent was constant, always bouncing back after a nasty hit. You'd think it would quit, but, no. It was a punching back and didn't know any better.
Luke exhaled, wiped his brow and steadied the bag before heading to wrap his hands. He'd been at it for half an hour. His boss had told him to be in the training room today and "accidentally" come across his newest assignment: Ron Stoppable.
"Up for the challenge?" he'd been asked.
Of course, he'd cockily laughed and nodded. The boy was fresh out of high school with splotchy formal training from Yamanouchi Ninja School. Challenge? Luke thought not. After all, he'd had tons of agent partners and had trained several before now. How could Stoppble be any different?
