Ok, hit the pads, he could do this. Pads weren't people after all, he could wail on them all day and nobody would get hurt. A few more punches and his analytcal brain takes over, working out the right angles, hitting with greater force than before.
He pauses for a second, a few beads of sweat running down his forehead. "That wasn't so bad," he says, surprised at himself.
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on 2011-08-23 04:45 am (UTC)He pauses for a second, a few beads of sweat running down his forehead. "That wasn't so bad," he says, surprised at himself.