What The Luck!?

Asher was the first that coach Winters called out to shown her what he had learned. She had wanted to see each of them but she had a feeling that Asher would show her something a bit more unique that would require more focus. 

"I have a new style. It's called rag doll style. Other than that I have just improved my physique and learned new moves." Asher tried to be as humble as possible because he knew that if he attempted to talk big he might end up worse off. 

"A style, already? Let's see about that." Coach Winters had a feeling that Asher wasn't lying by any means however, she wanted to see just how involved he could be that he was able to call what he had a style. 

She watched as he fell in to his stance with a drooped over posture and slightly swinging arms. "That is the stance for the rag doll style you have? I guess that is where it gets the name but don't expect it to properly block every attack." 

She did not hesitate and fell in to her own stance. Hers was a well trained and stiff stance that would emphasize her speed and reflexes. In comparison, she was most similar to Janes' stance. This was mainly because of the speed they had over their opponents most of the time. 

Coach Winters decided to attack first since she did not see that Asher was going to make a move. She was already judging his style based on the fact that it appeared to be more reactive than proactive. To her eyes, this meant that he would have a tough time dictating the pace of the matches he had and would require him to wait for a villain to attack him. She clicked her tongue at this because she did not want to see any of her students become a hero only to be toyed with by a villain. 

"You should make yourself the one who controls the pace in a match!" She said this as a heel kick came toward Asgher. Coach Winters was holding back significantly but did not hold back the speed. The force was only enough to push Asher back by her estimate but instead of this happening, she was surprised to see that he let his body fully spin around from the force of the kick. 

She was cursing the weakness he had at this moment. She knew that he should have gotten storing enough to block this or ever counter but seeing him take the kick and be controlled by it was a disappointment. That was until he lifted his leg and used her own momentum against her. 

His own kick came at coach Winters with the same speed and force she had used. She had not expected this but blocked it out of pure instinct. She had the feeling that she had just woken a sleeping bear. Yet, the feeling dissipated as soon as she had blocked the attack and Asher returned to his stance. 

"So the real rag doll style principal is diverting motion back at your opponent. Interesting theory. It's not bad, but you still didn't follow through and attack while you had that momentum." 

Asher just smiled as he pushed forward and slipped a little. This threw off coach Winters but she knew better than to let herself get distracted by this fact. Instead, she braced herself to block which proved to be the right move as Ashers' fist whipped out from the falling motion to hit her arms. 

"So you can even create your own momentum from your fake falling." Coach Winters wanted to go in to more detail but she found that Asher had not stopped with the first hit. He continued to spin and fall and twist in to different elbow, knee, punches, kicks, and finally one large wheel kick.

"You have found a flow of combinations. Good!" She pushed herself forward to break his flow and caused him to stumble back. 

Asher tried to grab out and lock on to her wrist and arm to turn it in to a throw. But instead of him throwing her, Coach Winters saw his attempt and changed her body position. "I will show you what happens when you try and throw me again!" She turned and rolled with him in her grasp. By the time his back was on the mat he was pinned and held in a cradle hold. He couldn't kick out to free himself in the least. 

"Well, that is that." She released him and rolled to her feet. "You did manage to obtain your own style but your moves are clear as day. I can easily predict your throws and hits by your body language. It is even easier with your style. You need to learn feints." 

This was something the elite home gym app had suggested but Asher had neglected to practice as of yet. " I will start learning them tonight." He did not hesitate to promise this. He wanted to learn them anyways but now had another person pushing him to learn them. 

"I will learn them with you too. My style is pretty straight forward and lacks any misdirection at all. But I have learned a few things." Art had become pumped up from watching Asher spar first. He pulled out a pair of heavy looking gloves. They were still thin but made Art's hands look weighed down. 

"Are you that excited to show off? I can go harder if you would like the additional training?" A villainous grin sprouted on coach Winters' face. She loved knocking a cocky student down a little. 

"I do not...I am just getting myself in the mood to face a tough opponent. That is why I am using my weighted gloves." Art had purchased these for over night delivery. These would be the key to his secret weapon before he could tell others his super power. It was easy to lie and say that he had lead lining in the gloves to use with his super power.