He watched her adjust her stance and begin again, nodding approvingly as she shifted again. "Good," he affirmed. "Much better. Find your center of gravity in your hips. It's harder to knock you down that way." He rounded in front of her, just out of range of her fists.

"How well can you see -- er, smell -- me?" he asked, raising his hands up. "Punch with the flat of your fist, not your knuckles. You'll hurt yourself that way. Now if you can see me, aim for my hands. Give me your best shot." He'd taken worse even if she did hit him square in his face.