Being taught a certain style of combat by Jessie Vice meant that one needed to practice constantly, so as not to inconvenience said Mr. Vice by underperforming, or using inefficient strikes.

That being said, he does his kata on a wooden training dummy off on one end, only stopping after a pretty even two hours, before he plops down on the mat.

"Hi. Gatorade?"

He's got a second bottle with him, and is sliding it to you even as he drinks his down.