Working Out [OTA]
Buffy had to admit she'd always preferred the punching bag as a way to work out. It wasn't Xander in a sumo suit, but it would do. She was working up a sweat as she pounded into it again, and again, and again. She was imaging Twilight's masked face, and the other Big Bads she'd faced.
Her hands weren't in gloves, just taped up to keep her fingers and knuckles safe. Being a Slayer did have its benefits, and sparring like this was one of them. She took a step back after launching a round kick at the bag, and bent down to pick up her water bottle.
She took a long sip as she tried to catch her breath, the fast beating of her heart something she wanted to savour. There was a time she hadn't expected to hear it again, and there was a time she wasn't sure she liked the sound of it beating.
Buffy held her water bottle by her side, and glanced around as she worked out if she wanted to keep up with the kick boxing, or move onto something else.
Her hands weren't in gloves, just taped up to keep her fingers and knuckles safe. Being a Slayer did have its benefits, and sparring like this was one of them. She took a step back after launching a round kick at the bag, and bent down to pick up her water bottle.
She took a long sip as she tried to catch her breath, the fast beating of her heart something she wanted to savour. There was a time she hadn't expected to hear it again, and there was a time she wasn't sure she liked the sound of it beating.
Buffy held her water bottle by her side, and glanced around as she worked out if she wanted to keep up with the kick boxing, or move onto something else.