[He'd be right about that, at least. Bruce doesn't hesitate to reach out and adjust Sam's arms; fists a little higher, elbows a little closer to his body, left forearm extended slightly more than the right. He gives the boy a moment to take in the adjustments, allow it to settle into memory.
But the moment is brief. Bruce steps back, shifting his weight and raising his own forearms, intending them to take the brunt of his next command.]
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But the moment is brief. Bruce steps back, shifting his weight and raising his own forearms, intending them to take the brunt of his next command.]
Now, hit me.