That person going ham on a training dummy? Well, it's pretty obvious who it is, given the full Hero Costume Ochako decided to up with. Her fighting style, even without her quirk, is best suited for close quarters, and the support gear is helpful, too. Not quite weapons, but extremely useful tools nonetheless. Not that she really needs them right now, though, not against a dummy...which is mainly just a warmup - Ochako needs to get her blood pumping if she wants to actually spar against some of the other students here.
She doesn't have the same brute strength as her male classmates, but the resounding crack of her fist hitting the dummy is nothing to sneeze at - Ochako is strong in her own right, and she's getting tougher and tougher by the day. There's a decent build up of muscle starting to form on her arms from various workout routines that she's maintained in both worlds, though most of that muscle has gone to her legs (they need it for taking the brunt of landing from up high, and kicking off to get airborne) and parts of her abdomen... Still a bit on the round side, but...getting there!! If she keeps it up, surely she can at least have a bit of a good flex.
As she's going in for another flurry of sharp jabs and kicks, Ochako hears the telltale sound that she's all too familiar with, and her sweeping motions slow to a halt as her focus dwindles more and more. Izuku...she adores you, you're one of her best friends, but that sound...it's like rubbing styrofoam together. Sighing, her concentration lost, Ochako rubs her flushed face and stops. Maybe it is time from a breather - grab some water and let someone else have a go.
Know Your Enemy
She doesn't have the same brute strength as her male classmates, but the resounding crack of her fist hitting the dummy is nothing to sneeze at - Ochako is strong in her own right, and she's getting tougher and tougher by the day. There's a decent build up of muscle starting to form on her arms from various workout routines that she's maintained in both worlds, though most of that muscle has gone to her legs (they need it for taking the brunt of landing from up high, and kicking off to get airborne) and parts of her abdomen... Still a bit on the round side, but...getting there!! If she keeps it up, surely she can at least have a bit of a good flex.
As she's going in for another flurry of sharp jabs and kicks, Ochako hears the telltale sound that she's all too familiar with, and her sweeping motions slow to a halt as her focus dwindles more and more. Izuku...she adores you, you're one of her best friends, but that sound...it's like rubbing styrofoam together. Sighing, her concentration lost, Ochako rubs her flushed face and stops. Maybe it is time from a breather - grab some water and let someone else have a go.