Taking a step to the side, she continued to send punches into the punching bag. Left jab. Right cross. Left hook. Taking another step to the side, she abruptly turned around on her axis, sending a spinning back elbow strike into the punching bag. Along with this, several large drops of sweat flew off the pink-haired woman's body.
"More!" she repeated to herself.
Turning back to face the bag, she made a pendulum movement, as if dodging the incoming punch. Straightening up to her full height, she grabbed the punching bag and delivered three hard knee strikes. It was easy to see that Charlotte's breathing was very heavy. The reason for this was the fact that this training started much earlier than a few minutes ago.
Her muscles were filled with pain, and sweat could literally be squeezed out of her sports bra. Even her pink hair was wet. Charlotte felt pain in her chest because of the high tempo she was holding. And yet...
"More!!"
Her body refused to obey this order, but she forced herself to strain her legs as much as possible. Taking a step forward, she placed her right foot slightly to the left of her left foot, after which her body began to spin. The martial arts master swung her left leg, making an arc. A spinning heel kick caused the punching bag to shift a few meters to the side.
Workout outfit
When the Frenchwoman returned her foot to the mat, she leaned forward and put her hands on her knees. Gasping for air, she realized that this was her last attack. The young woman glanced at the fitness bracelet, then snorted with displeasure. Twenty-two minutes. Only thirty seconds more than the starting result.
"Merde..." she said aloud.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte headed for the nearest bench. This was clearly not enough. This result did not suit her, which only meant that she still had a lot of work ahead of her. The defeat by the Lion shattered her self-confidence. She threw absolutely everything she had at that blonde, she kept the pace as high as possible all the match. But even that wasn't enough. As a result, Charlotte did not have a single drop of strength left, which was the reason for her defeat. That match lasted twenty-one minutes and thirty seconds. After drawing conclusions, she came to the decision that she needed to improve her stamina.
The pink-haired woman sat down on the bench and took a bottle of water. After taking a few short sips, she looked around her martial arts school. However, today it was just a gym, because she simply could not train students every day. Because of this, there were much fewer people here than usual, because there were a lot of gyms in the city and few people wanted to come exactly here. But Charlotte didn't care.
"I may need to talk to Lily..." she mused aloud.
She didn't know Lily well, despite the fact that they were both on Victoria's team, but she knew for sure that endurance was one of the best sides of this Englishwoman. She wasn't used to asking for help, but now wasn't the time to think about it. She didn't want to remember that match, but she just couldn't let it go. Charlotte was sure of only one thing. She must become stronger in order to defeat the Lion next time. The Frenchwoman closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to finally calm her heavy breathing.