Guy thrust his spear into the air and spun it smashing his invisible foe and ending with another stab. He stopped, he didn't realize but he was sweating, "must have been the sun" he smiled as he gazed on at the court yard he had planted himself at the far end of. He sighted and he put down his spear and clenched his fist putting them into a tight boxer stance and constantly shifting his weight and springing around like a frog, giving a good hook or straight punch here or there, maybe a round house or front kick in there. Guy smiled "ten minutes here and I'm already practicing, I can't wait for this" he thought to him self as he upper cut a tree and fell back looking at his hand "As long as I can Keep myself from getting distracted"