KLAKK! BOO— KLA-KLAKK!!
Rigorously applying himself to a mook yan jong, the nigh-seven foot tall grey-hued wolf’s crystal blue eyes remained firm in ocular dashes across the wooden dummy; his arms were deceptively swift and calculated in direct, diverted contrast to what someone would expect a young man like him to use his blessing of great build for.
As he shot a fast and sharp biu sau onto the dummy, he kept his feet shoulder-length parted in distance, his knees bent a bit and his hips pushed forward with an indelible calm.
Cassius’ vague figure mentally flashed for a moment. Amicus was quick to drown it out with the sounds of furred palms colliding with wood echoing throughout the massive estate. Not so coincidentally, when it came to Marco, the extraterrestrial wolf of robust physique suddenly wasn’t so worried about negating his own stream of thoughts.
But he still worked, following up with a taan gerk to the lower region of the dummy. The faded, red fabric of his befitting tangzhuang started to stretch a bit. Amicus followed up again with two hard, fast and sharp elbow jabs: pak sau’s against the dummy, grunting as the strikes were executed.
A bead of sweat began trickling down the side and back of his furry, muscular neck. His tail lashed behind him; it was clear that the young wolf was exerting some effort, even if he still appeared calm. Amicus’ eyes suddenly narrowed as he lunged forward and unleashed two hard palm drills onto the dummy; followed up by a strong and fast backfist and, in a quick display of biu sau and a rapid, hard lap sau.