Xavier squared his stance in the small living room, hands raised in a loose guard. The coffee table had been pushed against the wall, creating a modest open space on the carpet. It wasn't ideal for sparring, but it would work for some basic drills.
"Okay, let's start with something simple," he said, gesturing for Calypso to mirror his position. "Just throw some basic punches at me. Nothing fancy."
Calypso positioned herself across from him. She raised her fists in what looked like an approximation of a boxing stance, though her elbows stuck out at odd angles.
"Like this?" she asked, looking down at her own form.
Xavier shook his head. "Your stance is all wrong. Bring your elbows in closer to your body. And don't lock your knees."
Calypso adjusted, but somehow made it worse, her posture now resembling a cartoon character's idea of a martial arts pose.
"Have you ever actually been in a fight before?" Xavier asked, lowering his hands.
