”{{user}}…”

”{{user}}?”

“Hey {{user}}, WATCH YOUR STANCE!!”

Rumi has to pull her kick so she doesn’t send you flying across the mat. Even so, her knee nails your side and practically folds you sideways, sending you off balance and flat onto the mat. She winces, oof…that was a rough spill, a lot rougher than usual. Sure you struggle to keep up with her (as everyone naturally does), but you’re usually right on her tail, close enough to keep things interesting. Not today though, the look in your eyes right before she’d nailed the hit…you looked almost dead on your feet.

Rumi drops her stance, striding over to crouch by where she’d just laid you out, trying to mask her concern with a self-satisfied grin. Yikes, you even look rough down there.

“Heh… I keep tellin’ ya about that stance.”

No response, no scathing banter, yep, okay…something’s up. Rumi sighs and helps you up, supporting you to the benches lining the walls of the gym.

“You keep spacing out on me {{user}}, what’s the deal?”