<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rein, open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Not that Izzy expected her remarks to hurt any feelings.  These were gladiators, after all.  If any part of them was that easy to wound, then this house was in big trouble.  But Rein honestly seemed to appreciate them.  A nice change of pace, from other resident tier 2's.  He came up behind the bag and started holding it for her.  She gave him a nod of thanks, and started kicking harder, slamming her leg into the sand bag as hard as she could without putting herself off balance.  Which, as Rein eventually remarked, was pretty hard.<br/><br/>She switched between several kicks as he held the bag, speaking with her about this and that.  Her roundhouse kicks were good, with nice form, follow-through and power.  But it was her sidekicks that really stood out.  He saw that she used a technique to line her body up in a certain way, delivering a maximum amount of force through proper striking form.  It gave him insight into her fighting style.  The roundhouse strikes were quick and versatile, compensating for the weaknesses of the more powerful forward kicks, each strike creating an opening for the other.  And that was just the standing kicks.<br/><br/>"Is that what they do here?" she said, her voice rising with the exertion of hurling another kick.  "Have people change their minds?"  Another strike.  It wasn't a fair question, but it was a suspicious way that Rein had worded it.  She threw another kick and then paused for a moment, putting a bounce in her step and starting on an alternating pattern.  She looked down as she bounced, twisting her mouth a little as though about to say something, perhaps to thank him for saying that he appreciated her honesty.  She wasn't sure how to word it, though, so she threw another kick and resolved to train now, and maybe thank him later.<br/><br/>She kind of liked the wolf.  He was upbeat and accepting, for a higher rank gladiator getting a fresh look at the new blood.  But he did like to talk.  Getting him started on Rose's cooking kept him jabbering through most of her next set.  A mad scientist turned kitchen-witch..  Izzy hadn't found any reason to complain about the cooking, even if some bits were in rather strange shapes or colors.  His bragging sounded half like a warning, indicating that his stomach was now impervious thanks to some of that food.  Izzy smiled a little between kicks, picturing Rose, flustered, as the other gladiators were all doubled over on the ground, holding their stomachs and grinning through the pain, thanking her for the 'training.'  It wouldn't have been as funny if it wasn't Rose.<br/><br/>She paused a little, letting Rein shake his arms out a little and listening to his compliments.  There was a subtle movement he may have caught, a sort of pleased shake of her shoulders as he mentioned how deceptive her body was, almost obscured by her continued bouncing.  "Thanks." she said, honestly appreciating that.  She moved behind the bag where he was and brushed him out of the way, placing her hands on both sides.  "Your turn.  Unless, you don't like sand."