Kimberly lead Tommy to the dojo snackshack. There teens congregated to eat, work out, and preform martial Arts. One individual shorf jet black hair, an iron jaw, and red shirt with the aem sleeves torn off. He was preforming jabas, whan Kimberly approached him, and whisperes into his ear. Tommy felt his migrane return, and as the throbbing increased he felt his fists tighten. The red shirt martial artist followed Kim to Tommy’s position. “Tommy! This is Jason, my good friend.” Jason took a step and offered his hand. “You must be my competitor I was told about.” Tommy felt the swift jerk and pressure of his opponet’s hand. “Yeah, I hope its a good match.” Tommy’s body began to chill. “Well you better het warmed up,” said Jason.
Tommy took off a forest green hoodie revealing an emerald tanktop. He postioned his feet on the floor and felt a surge of energy fuel his muscles and ligaments. With a deep exhale, Tommy leap in the air delivering three round house kicks, his legs helicoptering in a circle; with him only touching down to preform the next rotating kick. Kimbersly face lit up, her eyes sparkling, Jason on the otherhand had shifted from a stoic posture, to shifting his footing and wincing; it was obvious Jason’s confidence was effected by Tommy’s routine. When Tommy landed his last rotation, he let out a cry, “Aiya!”
Kimberly rushed to Tommy’s side and said, “You are so good!” Jason hesitantly approached and offer a comment, “It looks like I have real competition this time.” Tommy felt the rush, his heart pounding, and sweat dripping om his brow from his long black hair. He felt stronger, faster, and he knew why.
