“Keep your wrist straight when you throw punches,” Jordan instructed as he let his hold over her wrist go.
He'd managed to dodge her punch, grabbing her and spinning her so that her wrist was in a hold behind her back.
“I do,” Janet argued, stepping away from Jordan and turning to face him.
“You bend it to the right just a little,” he corrected, coming into range so Janet could test out the truth to Jordan’s statement.
She aimed and as her fist made contact with Jordan’s lower jaw, she realized he was right. She was getting sloppy apparently.
Squaring her shoulders, Janet went in again. This time her punch was stronger snapping Jordan’s head back. She smiled triumphantly.
They sparred for another hour or so before Janet called it quits, deciding she wanted to go back inside. I
