Jun 29, 2017
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“I’ve good eyesight...” The Shadowhunter mumbled, but nodded his head as he sat down.
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“I’ve good eyesight...” The Shadowhunter mumbled, but nodded his head as he sat down.
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“We’ll see, won’t we? Now, what have you been up to?”
“What do you want? Unless it's a drink or a fight, I probably can't help you.”
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“What are you laughing at?” Alec asked the male who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He decided that he was seeing things, but was past trying to ignore it.
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“You’ve got to be kidding me...”
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“What do you want now, Kol? I’m quite busy.”
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“Uh... Do you need something?”
send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training - Charles Vane from Multismusa
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It wasn’t difficult to hire an empty warehouse by the docks. It was a little harder to find a few bales of straw and a sack of grain, or enough rope - if it wasn’t on a ship, any kind of rope made people here nervous. But now the straw was lined along the wall and the grain suspended from one of the sturdier overhead beams, dangling free in the center of the room.
Thera circled the bag on steady feet, eyeing it a moment before darting in with a flurry of punches, then away. Her boots shuffled on the floor, sweat pooling on her brow and dampening the man’s shirt she wore open at the neck.
In, one-two, away … She prowled rather than bounced, a street fighter’s stance rather than a boxer in the ring. One-two, elbow, knee - ! The bag hollowed where she hit, swaying, the grain inside shifting from the impact.
She’d neglected this too long, made do with walks (runs when she couldn’t be seen) and quiet, repetitive exercises in her room. And again. Mix it up … She threw herself at the bag, raining punches and kicks, until her wrapped knuckles rested on the canvas, leaning as she caught her breath.
Sweat trickled down her back as she stepped away, smiling and shaping for another round. This felt good.