Private Tough Times Begs Some Toughening Up!

And so, Bastet began, and didn't stop at all. She would push herself to her limits, and beyond, would take a while for her hands and feet to bruise even a little and numb at all, but once she reached that point the barely had any strength to move her fingers, that was a good point for her if any to stop to spar. "I bet I'm ready to spar now. Although that surely is gonna hurt, haha!", her humor hasn't dimmed at all.

"Wow, you hit that hard?! Color me jealous. I'm just as human as I look, plus I won't be using my wind armor to back me up because that would be kinda like cheating my training. If the situation calls for it, Gacha will interfere.", Bastet casually gestured with her thumbs to the side, where a pair of eyes lurked within the shadows.

"No, but she can assess the situation. She will step between us and likely reveal her true self if she thinks I'm in enough danger. Pretty much: If Gacha thinks "this is enough, it's time to stop", I'll have to oblige.", Bastet chuckled a little to herself. She did have someone who could heal her on auto dial, and surely would need to call her after the training.

"It'll be a pleasure, Johanna.", and Bastet would soon join J on the mat, ignoring the reaction of the other gym-goers. With a bow, she would soon enter her fighting stance proper, it was similar to Nekoashi-dachi, except with the right foot on front instead. And as soon as they were to start exchanging blows, J would be able to notice something peculiar about Bastet fighting: She was intentionally letting herself get hit quite often.

While she did let herself get hit, and a lot at that, she still put out a fight, and once down at the mat she pulled what could be described as a breakdance spin to get herself on her feet, wobbling a little. "My school days in narrow reality were mostly being a tomboy... And a "bad girl". Yet I never neglected training or studies.", Bastet was quick to resume sparring with her.