[She watched him more closely this time; how he turned his body, how he twisted his arm. Nodding at him, she stepped back up to the bag. Taking another deep breath, she threw a punch at the bag, exerting more effort into it. It wasn't so much that she lacked the upper body strength, but more of the motivation to make use of its full potential. This time, the bag swayed more, but she still wasn't pleased. The other guy's punch did much more than hers.]

...Again.

[This time she hit with her left, then again with her right, repeating it like he had said to earlier on. She felt her temperature rising with each punch, breathing harder with each punch, but still it wasn't enough. Feeling her frustration reach its peek, she threw one last punch with her right with a loud--]

HAH!