The sound of loud punches echoes off the walls of the broken down dojo. The walls were covered with old pictures of the previous masters vibrating at the hits getting harder and harder.
Closer and closer little paws paddled near the room the noise came from finally reaching their destination. You can see a single person twirling around a staff alternating hits from hard thrust of her palm to the end of the staff.
The flashback of memories getting louder and louder in her head explosion, death, the white noise buzzing that won’t go away. The paws that settled right beside her snapped her back into reality; the swishing of tails brushing against her feet.
“Did you find a lead?” Paddling over to the phone that was placed on the bench she made her way to the creature. The text savvy animal input the coordinates to her newest target taking the phone but before checking she the creature a pet on the head for their efforts. Tapping on the screen to check the location she chuckled to herself.
