First Stomp

My boots were locked tight against the rough, woven ground. Then, a spark surged straight through my chest! I blinked, loosened my raised left fist, and stomped my right foot down with everything I had. The heavy cushion sprang back beneath me with a soft thud. I gave a quick punch into the empty air, feeling real balance in my stance. Standing tall against the textured fabric wall behind me, I knew this whole place was ready for some serious training.