Boxing RP

Alva Loewe took a breath as he started to focus his mind a bit, the sounds around him was starting to slowly get drowned out little by little at a time as he was slowly starting to be alone with himself all over again. The Loewe's hands grasped the sandbag as he narrowed his gaze ever so slightly as a wave of thoughts started to rapidly flood his mind, he was active enough that such exercise wouldn't exactly be as taxing as he originally thought. (1)

Shaking his head free, of such things he slowly applied the hand wrapping around his fingers. This practice was normally here so that if he threw a punch his knuckles, which were essential to boxing wouldn't get dislocated or injured in any other kind of way. Once that was done, he applied the iron wrist weights around his arm and tightened them, since his body was naturally used to swinging around an iron broadsword he figured he needed to simulate such a feat with weights alone, for an added challenge he also had weights around his ankles as well in case he started to get overzealous with his movements. (2)

Alva exhaled a bit as he readily prepared himself mentally as he shifted his stance. He had to make sure he was solid from his hips down to his feet, no bouncing required, his hips also needed to be parallel to the ground since if he tipped himself he'd already been entering an improper stance for boxing. (3)

The Loewe's feet shifted with his front toe being in line with the rear heel of his other foot, slowly he raised his real to keep himself balanced. While micromanaging himself he'd also properly keep his feet a shoulder-width apart, too wide and he'd be locked into a position, if he had them too close together he'd be knocked off balance and knocked over, at least the thought so. (4)

The front leg remained stiff, his back leg bent, from what he recalled most of his power was coming from the position of his feet. Alva's reasoning for focusing on his positioning was simple, it was for directing power, his knees would easily bend to stabilize himself and act as a human spring to generate power whenever he threw one, if he hips and legs weren't stable then his blows wouldn't have the much power. Because he recognized this, Alva started to bounce and remain in a stationary spot, doing this would always keep his knees bent so he'd be able to properly direct power from his lower body towards the sandbag. (5)

Sweat started to roll down the male's body as he visualizes the straight punch in his mind. His dominate hand was tucked against his chin while his free hand remained since he really couldn't do this with a blade he made use of this technique given he had the gloves on. Alva kept his non-dominant hand in front, it was at the same level of his dominant one, possibly about four to ten inches in front of his face, this was both his defense and offense. (6)

He was ready to throw this straight. Alva kept his breathing steadied as he knitted his brow, he raised the back of his heel while keeping the ball off his foot stable, his goal was to generate torque from the lower body to his upper, that was the power to really pull off a straight punch. He wanted to practice this motion a few more times to get it right, sometimes he did find his leg dipping a bit, but that was okay as he pivoted himself inwards. (7)

Alva stucked in a breath as he twisted his hips and chest towards the target, the sandbag, to properly execute his back foot and knee would need to finish twisting before he could begin rotating his hips and chest since he was already in the proper fighting position. Once he extended his fist he turned his arm inwards before striking the sandbag. (8)

Alva Loewe immediately started to feel the effects of the weights on his arms and legs. He was a bit strained, but he didn't want to simply stop he took a breath as he drew his hand back a bit before tossing out another straight to keep the bag back. He had to quickly adjust his stance slightly to continue the one-two punches he wanted to deliver after all. (9)

He had tightened his elbows at his sides, if he was going to be successful he'd need to keep his body compact for this. For the most part, his stance was still the same as when he threw his previous, he didn't need to rotate his hips as much with this one, the straight would leave him too open, and it was a follow up after all. Alva exhaled a bit as he shifted himself a bit, keeping his dominant hand sealed for now. (10)

Form what he read he didn't need to twist, rotate or pivot as he tossed a simple jab. To do this he extended his non-dominant hand towards the sandbag a few times, it wasn't a punch meant to be for knocking someone out, after all, it was just there to bait out someone. There wasn't much power flowing into such a punch after all. "I need to keep at it." He told himself as he continued to throw jabs at the sandbag before he pulled himself back a few times. (11)

When throwing jabs he had to make sure he flicked his wrist towards, it was a proper punch that was aimed somewhat downward so he could quickly snap the arm back so he could throw another jab at the bag. Which each jab he quickly pulled his arm back and returned his non-dominant hand back to its original position. It was a set up for his straight, one he didn't land just yet. (12)

Alva seemed to be feeling it as his body was drenched in sweat as he shifted himself back a bit. The Loewe simply narrowed his gaze as he continued the motion once again, he gritted his teeth as he pivoted his back leg and raised it, his hips twisted before he buckled himself down before connecting a straight into the bag before sending it upward with a nice sound. (13)