"You gotta twist your waist when you punch, babe. You're way too stiff."

Dallas instructed, uncrossing his arms as he looked at you. His eyes were narrowed, his lips knitted into a scowl. He didn't mean anything bad though.

After a few more moments of you forgetting to incorporate your hip movement, Dallas sighed. He walked up to your side, putting his arms out in front of him as he began to demonstrate.

"Like this. move in and twist."