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Topic Started: Jun 9 2014, 08:38 PM (89 Views)
JDGreat

One. Two. Three. Four.

Lefts and rights hammered into a great punching bag, the leather blistering and scraping against the young woman's knuckles.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Controlled and orderly. Stance absolutely perfect. Muscles tensed and relaxing at exactly the right moments.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Breathing in and out at an even rate. Sweat coming from her forehead, sticking some of her immaculate hair to her forehead and scalp.

One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. OneTwoThreeFourOneTwoThreeFourONETWOTHREEFOU-

Creda closed her eyes with a slight hiss. The workout had taken it's toll, splitting her knuckles, painting the grey punching bag red. She took a breath and went to the side of the Training Grounds, taking a sip of water and then beginning to rewrap her knuckles.

The Training Grounds were open to the public in order to train their skills. Reliquus City Guard, Church of the Unbroken Chain...your affiliation wasn't known here and no one asked, so long as you trained in peace and quiet. It might not even be physical. New doctor, keen to test their skills, would sometimes appear, pestering attendees in order to practice their craft.

Creda was still frowning. Her knuckles should be tougher than that.
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A man stepped through the stone arch entryway to the training grounds, scowling at anyone who dared watch him. He strode up to the punching bag adjacent to the bag Creda had just been at and began hammering away. There was no order to his punches, just a release of devastating power, a constant barrage that looked as though it would blast the bag right off its tether. Fafnir ground his teeth together, fighting the urge to roar with each heavy blow; he'd been booted from here before for that.

And then the unthinkable happened. One particularly strong punch drove through the bag, catching his hand inside. "Shit!"
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No rhyme or reason. And with that much power? Sooner or later, he's going to...

And there it was. Inevitable as always.

Creda sighed, finishing off nursing her hand, wrapping a final bandage around it before rejoining her old bag, now decorated with that cherry red spot of blood.

Lots of people in this city seemed to do things without thinking, it seemed. Firstly, that Horus fellow acting like an idiot in order to...Fates above...date her and now this lump of muscle trying to tenderize a bag like it was his dinner. She wished she could have some intelligent conversation, but it seemed Fate wanted her to learn how to communicate with...she would be generous...interesting characters.

And yet, she couldn't let the previous experience go without passing comment. She herself started up her ordered routine once more, and instead of giving it 100% of her concentration, she let a comment slip.

"New bags can be found at the front. You will have to pay for that one though."
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"Yeah, I know. This shit happens every other time I come here." Fafnir yanked his fist out of the bag and shook it off. After pulling the bag down, he simply tossed it off to the side and trudged over to the front desk. He placed a few bills down, grabbed another bag, and lugged it over. As he walked, he looked over his knuckles. Not even a bruise or split in them. He clearly wasn't hitting it hard enough.

He hung the bag up on its tether and gave it a couple of soft test punches. Only enough to make it swing once in a wide arc, nothing too strong. He turned a fiery eye to Creda and asked, "You got any idea how long I was hitting this thing?" Without waiting for a response, he started up his regimen again, unleashing a vicious barrage upon the poor, defenseless bag.
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"Roughly a minute. You forget, I was sitting here throughout your little...demonstration." Creda replied, unflappable as always. She observed him punching the bag more and got back to her own steady regieme. Far be it from her to indulge in this man's conversation, especially when he didn't want to speak with her more. At least, it seemed that way.

So, that leads us to the question of who exactly he is...Definitely not Reliquus City Guard and I haven't seen him in the Church. His strength is of note though...a bounty hunter? Perhaps...

Keeping herself occupied as she continued with her workout, she sighed in frustration. She couldn't concentrate as well as she would like with this oaf punching as hard as he could.

"Control over strength." she muttered a bit louder than she would have wanted, before going to move to another bag.
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"Control, huh?" Fafnir smirks, before spinning around for a high kick. The boot launches the newest bag off its hinge in a single blow. In the blink of an eye, he draws an old-fashioned pistol. A shot rings out, piercing the bag and driving it towards a ring carved into the ground. Two more shots follow, driving it further. The tattered bag flops to the ground, dead center in the ring. "That control enough?"
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"You've damaged city property. You've needlessly ruined not one, but two punching bags with your eagerness to show off, the second of which was done by ripping it off the hinge, and shooting it. Several times."

Creda looked at Fafnir as if he were high, homeless, and fondling himself.

"If you consider that control, I almost dread to imagine what you think is a lack of discipline."
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