"Ironclad Redcoat," George said with a smirk. "A set of comprehensive combat techniques developed by the Albion Army. I never had the honor of serving myself, but our Commander did. And he's the one who passed this combat discipline to all of us."
With that said, his expression turned solemn.
He took a deep breath and then as he exhaled, he let out a solid right jab. He followed it with a left jab. Ultimately, finishing it with a right leg side kick.
After only executing three strikes, George started to frown. "What was that?" He turned to Hugh Preston and asked incredulously, "Commander, do you see that?"
Hugh, like George, also had a deep frown on his face.
To be honest, he could not believe what he was seeing. He turned to George and gestured, "Continue. Display all the techniques of the Ironclad Redcoat. There's something I need to confirm."
