Not even Leila?

For the very first time since this whole event started, my punch connected.

As opposed to how it would feel to sink my fist into the wood of the practice target, to feel the energy of my attack move from the root of my arm, through its length all the way to the knuckle I struck out with as it transferred the kinetic energy to the target…

As opposed to the wooden target, Mako first accepted my strike, only to then—ever so slightly—lean back, giving but an inch to my punch before steeling her frame and then digging her feet in, refusing to buckle any further.

"Haaa…" I breathed out loud, holding my fist against Mako's braced forearms she took my hit with, before slowly retracting my hand as I pulled back into my base punching stance.