Since that day, Austin had become a regular spectator in my training with Jax. And they are complete opposites.
Jax is encouraging, constantly reminding me that it takes time, but that I am improving under the circumstances, whereas Austin is a complete jackass.
Apparently, there is a wrong way to fight and, of course, he doesn't miss the opportunity to tell me everything I was doing wrong.
Your stance is wrong.
You'll break your thumb if you punch like that.
Why are you looking over there when your opponent is in front of you?
I tried not to get frustrated, but it was hard. I've never been a fighter in the physical sense. I never had to defend myself from an attack, but seeing how much thought actually went into what always looked like impulse choices, was overwhelming.
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