[Punching a kid your own age because he snapped your bra strap is one thing. The idea of punching an actual adult - even with permission - is something else entirely. But she is suddenly very clear on why his face is all bruised. She has a feeling she's not the only complete stranger that he's invited to punch him.
Max climbs into the ring, too, watching him for a moment as he bounces. She curls her hands into fists, careful to keep her thumbs out of the way, which is about the only thing she knows about fighting mechanics. She moves quickly, throwing her fist toward his stomach.]
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Max climbs into the ring, too, watching him for a moment as he bounces. She curls her hands into fists, careful to keep her thumbs out of the way, which is about the only thing she knows about fighting mechanics. She moves quickly, throwing her fist toward his stomach.]