crossed by a few unnamed people sent me into hiding. Glad that I did. I would have never met Tommy and Molly.”
Tommy? That cute nickname for TL made me smile.
TL pointed to each of us, introducing us. “That’s GiGi, our computer specialist. And Mystic, our clairvoyant. David, my right hand. And Jonathan in charge of physical training.
You’ll the meet the rest tonight at dinner.”
We all smiled and nodded hello.
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“Red,” TL continued, “has agreed to join us here at the ranch as our warfare specialist.”
“Really?” Bruiser nearly squealed.
Red nodded. “Really. And I’m also going to be assisting in training you all for this mission.”
Her excitement was so evident it nearly vibrated off of her.
Red waved his hand in the air. “Okay, I’ve interrupted you enough. Carry on.”
Straightening her tank top, Bruiser turned to us. “Alrighty, before we move into Greek conditioning, I want to feel the anger. It doesn’t matter what your personality is, when you are competing, you have to maintain a level, thinking head and at the same time channel fury. You want power behind your muscles, and fury, mixed with concentration, is the way to obtain it.”
She turned to Mystic and her face transitioned into obvious doubt. “Are you going to be able to channel fury?”
Mystic shrugged, not looking too convinced. “Sure.”
“Just think of what really pisses you off, and use that ,” Bruiser slammed her right fist into her other hand, “to put power behind your punch.”
I turned to Mystic, doubting anything ever pissed him off. “Well?”
His jaw clenched. “My foster father.”
His foster father? Hmmm . . . I wondered at the type of man who could get this reaction out of peaceful, in-touch-with-the-world Mystic. His foster father must have been a real jerk.
Bruiser pointed her finger at Mystic. “You’re really irritated. I can see it on your face.
That’s good. And sometimes that’s not so good. Depending on your opponent, it’ll work to your advantage to either show that fury or mask it.” She walked straight up to him. “Hit me with your fist.”
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Jaw still clenched, Mystic shook his head.
She got right in his face. “I’m not doing this again with you. When I tell you to do something, you do it. We have a little over a week to train for this fight. So enough already.
Think of your foster father and hit me.”
Mystic reared back and slammed his fist into Bruiser’s gut.
I sucked in a breath.
Mystic sucked in a breath.
And Bruiser smiled. “Not bad.”
Not bad? I’d be bent over moaning from that. Mystic wasn’t exactly a small dude.
He reached for her. “I’m sorry. Oh my God, Bruiser, I’m so sorry.”
She smiled even bigger. “Felt good, didn’t it?”
Mystic frowned. “No.”
Bruiser wagged her finger in his face. “Liar. You know that felt good. Come on, admit it.”
Mystic just looked at her.
“Come on,” she egged him on, “admit it.”
He shrugged. “Okay, a little.”
She jabbed her finger in the air. “Ah-hah! It would’ve felt superb if it would have been your foster father, huh?”
Mystic reluctantly nodded, clearly not liking this violent side of him. He reached for her again. “Seriously, you okay?”
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She waved him off. “Didn’t even feel it. Okay,” she turned to all of us. “Originally, I wanted to do some striking and MMA work first, but I’ve changed my mind. Let’s do a little Greek style conditioning.” Bruiser pointed to me. “You sure you want to do this?”
I nodded. “Experiencing the training and the world of a fighter first hand will give me a
‘one up’ on those designers who will be presenting to Harry Noor. And afterward I’ll take statistics on everybody. Using Chapling’s Influence Sway Skins, I’ll trace pulse velocity, strapping adroitness, fortitude, faction, lactic acerbic dissolve, and a few others. I’ll amalgamate that with my Combat Thrash Program and come up with at least three
Tommy? That cute nickname for TL made me smile.
TL pointed to each of us, introducing us. “That’s GiGi, our computer specialist. And Mystic, our clairvoyant. David, my right hand. And Jonathan in charge of physical training.
You’ll the meet the rest tonight at dinner.”
We all smiled and nodded hello.
92
“Red,” TL continued, “has agreed to join us here at the ranch as our warfare specialist.”
“Really?” Bruiser nearly squealed.
Red nodded. “Really. And I’m also going to be assisting in training you all for this mission.”
Her excitement was so evident it nearly vibrated off of her.
Red waved his hand in the air. “Okay, I’ve interrupted you enough. Carry on.”
Straightening her tank top, Bruiser turned to us. “Alrighty, before we move into Greek conditioning, I want to feel the anger. It doesn’t matter what your personality is, when you are competing, you have to maintain a level, thinking head and at the same time channel fury. You want power behind your muscles, and fury, mixed with concentration, is the way to obtain it.”
She turned to Mystic and her face transitioned into obvious doubt. “Are you going to be able to channel fury?”
Mystic shrugged, not looking too convinced. “Sure.”
“Just think of what really pisses you off, and use that ,” Bruiser slammed her right fist into her other hand, “to put power behind your punch.”
I turned to Mystic, doubting anything ever pissed him off. “Well?”
His jaw clenched. “My foster father.”
His foster father? Hmmm . . . I wondered at the type of man who could get this reaction out of peaceful, in-touch-with-the-world Mystic. His foster father must have been a real jerk.
Bruiser pointed her finger at Mystic. “You’re really irritated. I can see it on your face.
That’s good. And sometimes that’s not so good. Depending on your opponent, it’ll work to your advantage to either show that fury or mask it.” She walked straight up to him. “Hit me with your fist.”
93
Jaw still clenched, Mystic shook his head.
She got right in his face. “I’m not doing this again with you. When I tell you to do something, you do it. We have a little over a week to train for this fight. So enough already.
Think of your foster father and hit me.”
Mystic reared back and slammed his fist into Bruiser’s gut.
I sucked in a breath.
Mystic sucked in a breath.
And Bruiser smiled. “Not bad.”
Not bad? I’d be bent over moaning from that. Mystic wasn’t exactly a small dude.
He reached for her. “I’m sorry. Oh my God, Bruiser, I’m so sorry.”
She smiled even bigger. “Felt good, didn’t it?”
Mystic frowned. “No.”
Bruiser wagged her finger in his face. “Liar. You know that felt good. Come on, admit it.”
Mystic just looked at her.
“Come on,” she egged him on, “admit it.”
He shrugged. “Okay, a little.”
She jabbed her finger in the air. “Ah-hah! It would’ve felt superb if it would have been your foster father, huh?”
Mystic reluctantly nodded, clearly not liking this violent side of him. He reached for her again. “Seriously, you okay?”
94
She waved him off. “Didn’t even feel it. Okay,” she turned to all of us. “Originally, I wanted to do some striking and MMA work first, but I’ve changed my mind. Let’s do a little Greek style conditioning.” Bruiser pointed to me. “You sure you want to do this?”
I nodded. “Experiencing the training and the world of a fighter first hand will give me a
‘one up’ on those designers who will be presenting to Harry Noor. And afterward I’ll take statistics on everybody. Using Chapling’s Influence Sway Skins, I’ll trace pulse velocity, strapping adroitness, fortitude, faction, lactic acerbic dissolve, and a few others. I’ll amalgamate that with my Combat Thrash Program and come up with at least three
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