Addison's POV
We had barely gotten there before Damien had cornered a punching bag letting out all of his frustrations. And there seemed to be a lot. The way he hit the bag was just like the instructor once had told me.
"Steady yourself, Addison," he demanded. "without your balance it won't matter how hard you punch, you will fall over and be even easier to tackle."
"I'm trying," I grunted in frustration. "But I don't know how."
"Here," he said as he grabbed my hips. "Spread your legs, no further apart."
He with his knee, kicked my legs apart until there was a good fifty centimeter between each foot.
"Now clench in your hips, here-" he said and placed his hands, twisting my hips a bit, "-like this. Can you feel the difference?"
I tried to sway a bit back and forth to feel the diff
