Zalta jumped into his fighting stance, eager to begin training, and with a blinding speed, his fist was out in front of him, imitating the act of a punch. In a quick flurry of movements, Zalta had thrown another punch with his opposite hand and finished it off with a kick leaving his leg mid-air.
"My form is still off, my kick needs to be higher!" Zalta critiqued and he lowered his leg until his ankle was touching the dirt, beginning to stretch his leg whilst also warming up his arms. Zalta, now fully stretched and warmed up, returned to his fighting stance, and began running through the same flurry of movements again and again, trying to perfect it and when he finally did, he let out a sigh of relief.