[ He sees her wind back, the shifting of her body, better, smoother, and--

--oof. Harder.

He exhales as the strike falls, hardening the abdominals, but he can still feel the impact. He breathes. ]

Good. Now you're going to have to practice that until you can do it without thinking about it. [ He turns his attention back to Lightning. ]

Want to help her with her kick?

[ Because let's face it, the lady with the amazing ability to backflips mid-battle while shooting things was probably better equipped than he. ]