My Hero's Attacks-Personal Narrative

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He unleashed a flurry of japs and punches in his rage. To my surprise, every individual hit was strong and hurt upon impact. I defended as many of the punches as I possibly could, but even the ones I could block gradually hurt me. During that time, I couldn't land a single hit, for I was essentially focusing on defending myself and making any openings would have not been ideal. I could’ve continued to keep up with his punches, except while I was avoiding one of his attacks, I lost my footing, curled my head forward to protect it, and landed on the floor with my back first, which was what we were taught. He attempted to jump on top of me, but the instructor stopped the match, which meant that I was defeated. I was eight-years-old at the …show more content…
Toledo’s day to teach, so we sparred, like every other time he taught us. We put on our sparring gear, except for our body protector, because it was too bulky and restricted our movements. Our gear contained, a headpiece, two sparring gloves, two feet gears, two shin guards, a crotch protector, the body gear, and a mouthpiece. Mr. Toledo paired up everyone with a partner to spar. Although I thought it was highly unlikely, my sparring partner was none other than my friend, Ransley. As we started sparring, I took my time and caused gradual damage to him. It seemed like at the rate the fight was going, I was going to win, until I accidentally hit him in the face. Soon after, a small amount of blood came out of his nose and he started crying. A few moments later; however, he was enraged. Up until that certained point in time, I thought that I had assured myself a victory. But I was wrong, because the match that day ended with my defeat. After class, I apologized to him for the injury, but then I was curious. Once we left the classroom, I asked him how he learned how to jab and punch like how he did during the match. He responded by revealing to me that before he took this class, he had boxing classes. I was surprised, and I learned something. I learned that judging people by their size and body type was inaccurate. From then on, I always judged people after examining their strength and

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