You want to what...? (Steven/Open)

Steven would come through the doors of the gym in a slamming motion. Making a racket as he did so. He hadn't expect the day to have passed so quickly he was already late. She had at four it was coming up to five now. Hopefully Saya wouldn't kill him. Steven would continue into the room, spotting Saya and jogging over to the treadmill. Steven would put his hands also on the arms of the treadmill, and lean over catching his breath. 

"Sorry I'm late." Steven would gasp out, the trip to school was normally a long one, but he was out of breath from having run and the jogged up all the way here. There was one boon to that though. He wouldn't need much of a warm up, maybe just a stretch though. "I got here as fast as I could." He added hoping that the women was going to be annoyed by him.

Steven would half watch as Saya removed the ring, wondering why she would do so now, if she hadn't up to this point. Then the fist would come answering his question. Well at least she had been kind enough to take the ring off. Steven would clutch his head with a hand. "Goddamn." Steven would curse from the unexpected pain. Steven would indeed follow without needing to be told, and upon seeing the pillar start to take of her sweater would, shrug himself of his own leather jacket in suit, and tossing it aside. 

Steven would listen to the plan of the day, defend but don't fight back. That was not something he like the idea of. Steven normal way to fight was to dodge, counter hard and hopefully take the other person down before they could wear him out. He already knew that just keeping up with Saya to dodge would be hard enough as it was. 

As the punch came, Steven would do everything he could do to get out of it's way. While it was simple, Saya was still fast. Steven would step back, as well as pull his head back slightly and an arm up to try and push the arm upwards and over his head. It was all fast twitch, and Steven knew that he was probably leaving himself open low down. However he was trying his best to keep up. If this was lesson 1 though he didn't want to know what 2 and 3 were. 

Steven didn't even see the second punch coming, even though had expect it would and grit his teeth and stagger back slightly winded by the blow. It hurt, but he indeed tell that she was holding back. Others he knew hit harder then she had done so, and he knew that she could do a lot worse, or better depending on how you looked at it. 

Steven mouth would drop as Saya started to explain what he should be doing instead of focusing so intently on her fist. His cheek turning slightly red at her comments. Yes he was a guy, and would occasionally be caught looking more then he should but to have a women just straight up tell him to do so, even with the obvious fighting aspect was odd. 

He would sigh and readjust his stance, before doing as told even at the strange instruction. Focusing on her centre line and as she had quite clearly state, her chest as part of that line. Mentally trying to tell his eyes not to automatically focus on anything but that line. "I'm ready then." He would say hoping that, he could take the lesson in quickly, before Saya's fists could do a number on him. 

Steven paying attention to her centre line like he had been told, would indeed be able to see the way it shifted. However without experience in interrupting the movement in the centre line he was only able to figure out what it meant exactly to late, and while his peripheral vision would pick out the fist it wouldn't be fast enough. Had he been focusing on the fist, he may have been able to dodge and block in similar fashion as the last. however he wasn't and as such could not, and even though he tried to bring his arm in order to incept the blow it was too late. 

The fist would connect solidly pushing Steven off his stance and to the side. It took both some will power to keep himself standing through the pain, as well as a lot more to not vindictively lash out at Saya in instinct. She had ordered him not to fight back after all. Reading the centre line wasn't something someone so new to the idea would get. If only he had paid more attention to the boxing lesson his father had tried putting him through. Though he was learning now, as she had put it earlier through pain. 

Steven would ready himself once more. However it stung, oh the pain certainly but that she had to slow herself to give him even a fighting chance. His intelllegence was what he prided himself on, but his speed and agility came not far behind it.

Steven would once again follow her centre line as told. Seeing it shift as the fist was thrown, while it was out of focus because his eyes were intently looling at her body, Steven had know it was coming. Bringing his right arm hard and fast, he would slap the arm of target, by hitting in to the under left of her fist, with enough force to kncok it aside.

Steven was please to have been able to knock the blow aside and secretly more please at the idea of moving on to the next lesson. Hoping that being the one to attack would mean that he wouldn't have to be taking blows from the pillar.

With the space that Saya left him, Steven would have room to move. He would quickly dash in, bring a hand up as if to swing a right hook of a palm towards Saya face. However as he go close he would instead drop lower with one of his steps. Bringing up his right leg and throwing a sweep kick, high enough to catch Saya in the side of the knee if she didn't move and hopefully catch her leg still if she simple tried to pull her leg up or jump out of the way. 

Steven would return to his feet, the side of his leg in pain from being stepped on hard enough to stop it in it's tracks, and dust himself off. He didn't take any offence at the advice, he quite obviously needed it. Especially fighting against her of all people. 

Steven wouldn't wait long after her advice though before he attack once again. This time he would again raising his hand for the palm strike, only this time it wasn't a feint. His right hand thrown this time in a jab of a palm towards her nose. Something that would hurt even her, blows to the nose were no joke. Steven would step in following the palm and bring up his left leg and then try to knew her in the gut.