<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/yp3k1mQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rein Valkard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Hardly." Rein'ssimply reply followed her query, observing how her bouncing state made it easier to switch up and alternate how she could make it harder to predict which leg she would strike with. Some fighters put more emphasis on one limb above others, which truly did strengthen them but also left a glaring weakness if that limb was removed from the equation. With Izzy, it was anyone's guess if she had a preference. "Fact of the matter is, not everyone is happy losing, especially when it means you go somewhere you may not want to... Some of us are different though. It put us in a better place than we could have ever hoped to be in." he added, deciding to not say much more on that subject.<br/><br/><em>'You've got your secrets, I can understand that. Maybe we all do. Seems like you're trying to keep things hidden deeper than anyone else... Not much for small talk. Still a bit of an aversion, I'd guess... You interact because you have to, not because you want to... Tough nut to crack, heh.'</em><br/><br/>It truly was hard to make out her reaction, though whether he saw it or not, the simple word of 'Thanks' was enough to put him at ease regarding whether she'd take well to the comment or reject it. No feelings would have been hurt either way, most of them were made of sterner stuff than that, inside and out. When she brushed him out of the way, he raised a brow before grinning toothily.<br/><br/>"I'd be a weak link at the beach if I was. Though sand in my fur does get irritating." He mused, taking a deep breath as he positioned himself opposite the sandbag. A basic neutral stance was adopted first before he lashed out with a midsection kick on the sandbag. In contrast to when he held the sandbag, he seemed to speak much less when it came to personally being involved. He yanked his leg back, pushing it down to the ground to give it more force and struck again with the same limb, and them repeated the motion once more. It wasn't as hard as a tree, but it would still serve it's purpose.<br/><br/>He yanked the limb back, seeming to go for her another stroke, but he twisted and instead used the momentum to carry himself for a reverse roundhouse. Footwork and legwork were important to him, from when he carried the tools of the trade in both hands to when he was disarmed or otherwise unequipped. Strong legs could give one great stability, especially when he weather blow after blow to his shield. The better he could stand his ground to an attack, the quicker he could counterattack and capitalize on a foes' blocked attack. Coming down from the strike, he switched to repeat kicks from the same limb, continuing until he could feel a slight burn in the leg and knew he needed to give it a short rest.<br/><br/><em>'I suppose old habits really do die hard... But I can't do that again, not unless I want to be useless to them part of the time.'</em>