the salle - sunday morning - 01/17
There was no electricity, but there were plenty of practice dummies and that was all she needed.
A particularly nasty blend of anger, pain, and frustration boiled inside of her at the moment; it was uncomfortable both because of its intensity and because it seemed to stoke the more Infernal elements within her. When she was angry, there were temptations. Urges. They felt good, and that strange edge of strength and pleasure within all the pain, the feeling that one was feeding the other, bothered her even beyond what was really Bothering her. The last thing she needed right now was to feel like a monster, in any sense.
She left her yo-yo and her tessen away for the moment. Instead, she was just wailing on the dummies with hands and feet. Slicing would have had her needing a new set of dummies far too quickly; knocking the limbs and head off piece by piece, on the other hand, was both cathartic and took much longer.
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A particularly nasty blend of anger, pain, and frustration boiled inside of her at the moment; it was uncomfortable both because of its intensity and because it seemed to stoke the more Infernal elements within her. When she was angry, there were temptations. Urges. They felt good, and that strange edge of strength and pleasure within all the pain, the feeling that one was feeding the other, bothered her even beyond what was really Bothering her. The last thing she needed right now was to feel like a monster, in any sense.
She left her yo-yo and her tessen away for the moment. Instead, she was just wailing on the dummies with hands and feet. Slicing would have had her needing a new set of dummies far too quickly; knocking the limbs and head off piece by piece, on the other hand, was both cathartic and took much longer.
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