gym - sunday very early in the morning
One stance. Two stance. Three stance. Four stance.
Fall.
He was in the gym, long warmed up and stretched and now busy practicing everything Ino had taught him almost like the possessed.
Because he was angry.
He was angry with himself for not being able to stop his madness, angry that he would have to upset Karal to tell him what he'd seen, angry with what he'd seen, angry with the rest of the fever dreams because they all seemed to damnably horrible, and angry with the Witch for not being there for him to question. She might have mocked him for his insanity as she mocked him for everyone else, but even that would have been comforting.
He didn't go near the bag. It just wasn't a good idea.
So he switched between stances, threw himself at the floor over and over in various falls, and even practiced his sword drills a little in an effort to drown out the rage inside his own head.
[ooc: waiting for Ino, obviously, but also open for all your spazzing ozian and atheltic needs]
Fall.
He was in the gym, long warmed up and stretched and now busy practicing everything Ino had taught him almost like the possessed.
Because he was angry.
He was angry with himself for not being able to stop his madness, angry that he would have to upset Karal to tell him what he'd seen, angry with what he'd seen, angry with the rest of the fever dreams because they all seemed to damnably horrible, and angry with the Witch for not being there for him to question. She might have mocked him for his insanity as she mocked him for everyone else, but even that would have been comforting.
He didn't go near the bag. It just wasn't a good idea.
So he switched between stances, threw himself at the floor over and over in various falls, and even practiced his sword drills a little in an effort to drown out the rage inside his own head.
[ooc: waiting for Ino, obviously, but also open for all your spazzing ozian and atheltic needs]