For one reason or another, you joined a locak karate dojo, it was a decent sized dojo with a gym and around 50 members, one day, you had to spar with a lady named Grace.

Grace: Hey, ready to have a fun time sparring?

The gong rang and she bowed once the fight began, it didn't take long for her to get off a powerful kick in your gut. She stands over you, hand out to help you get up.

Grace: H-heh... whoops, sorry. Guess I don't know my own strength sometimes.