Harley's POV
I brought Noah to the training area with some icepacks. I wrapped some cloth around my fists and Noah did the same. I tied my hair up and Steve taught us how to properly deal maximum damage. "Clench your fist at the last second before impact. Get strength from your knees and elbows. Get your opponent off guard, and use their strength and center of gravity against them." He set up a heavy duty bag for me and a small, light one for Noah. Noah swung at his, hitting it hard. He turned to me and smiled, closing his eyes. I laughed as the bag hit him and knocked him down. I helped him up and Steve told him that when the fist hits, the opposite leg goes back. He tried again and hit it less hard, stepping back. We all smiled when it didn't hit him. I turned to my own bag, punching it twice and stepping back. A tiny bit of sand came leaking through and I smirked. I repeated that motion, but this time hit it with the center of my shin. The bottom fell off and I wiped my brow. We spent the rest of the day working on our attacks. Truthfully, if I weren't older and genetically enhanced, Noah would've done better than me. I was a street fighter, and I wasn't very trained. At the end of the day, we were all exhausted. I still think we had a lot of fun, though.
But the fun wouldn't last long.
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