Looking for a match.

Itzal sighed as he walked in to the gym dressed in a pair of black windbreaker pants and a a white t-shirt ready to get some training on. He hadn't been in a match in a while so he had to train to keep his skills sharp. HE started off with a couple warm up stretches getting his body loosened up a warm feeling going over his body. He then started with throwing kicks back and forth and down the gym switching up what kicks he threw each kick made it obvious that he had spent long hours every day perfecting his craft. He then began to throw punches at the punching bag doing different combos and flowing seamlessly in to different types of punches showing amazing speed and precision. HE stopped taking a breath looking around sighing "I need a match training only does so much for the soul."