[ Was it pride that drove him? Pride that left him beaten and feeling victorious?
Shaking the thought from his head, he gets into position. Fists raised in front of his face, left in front of right. He's up on his toes, legs shoulder width apart and slightly bent, left out in front, right slightly back. He bounces a bit there, looks to Zoë for approval. ]
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Shaking the thought from his head, he gets into position. Fists raised in front of his face, left in front of right. He's up on his toes, legs shoulder width apart and slightly bent, left out in front, right slightly back. He bounces a bit there, looks to Zoë for approval. ]
So?