The sun cast long shadows across the backyard grounds as Isabella practiced on the dummies, her movements swift and precise. Luca's orders rang in her ears, guiding her strikes. She focused on each movement, the sound of her fists connecting with the dummies echoing through the air.
"Keep your stance tight, Isabella. Remember, precision over power," Luca instructed, his voice steady and calm.
Isabella adjusted her posture, her muscles aching from the continuous training. She attacked the dummy with renewed determination, each punch and kick landing with perfect accuracy.
"Cease!" Luca's voice broke through the rhythm of her strikes.
Isabella stopped, breathing heavily as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She walked up next to Luca, who was already heading towards the house.
"You
