She broke structure for only a moment to scratch a tingle on the tip of her nose, at that point swiped her arm once again into position, trusting nobody would take note. Her competing accomplice, a musclebound, uncovered headed man in a basic preparing gi smiled at her. His gi hung open freely, flaunting his swelling, flickering muscles. She frowned and took another breath. That is acceptable," the ace stated, sitting leg over leg on a pad over the room from the two hopefuls. "Interface with your breath. Before you battle, let unbending pressure get away from your body and permit free air to supplant it. Remain loose, and your body will twist—not break."