The Salle, Monday Morning
It was Monday, they were back on-island, and Chuck... was it any surprise that Chuck had gone down to the salle almost immediately? He'd had plenty of gym time on 'vacation', but no time at all to practice his combat skills. Another week of that, and he'd start running the risk of getting rusty.
Which was unacceptable.
This was therefor the second consecutive day he'd gone down to the salle at the crack of dawn, grabbed a bo staff, and assaulted the dummies like it was all he'd ever done in his life. Wasn't good enough - he really needed a sparring partner if he wanted to keep up - but there was something calming and satisfying in getting to release some of this vicious energy again.
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Which was unacceptable.
This was therefor the second consecutive day he'd gone down to the salle at the crack of dawn, grabbed a bo staff, and assaulted the dummies like it was all he'd ever done in his life. Wasn't good enough - he really needed a sparring partner if he wanted to keep up - but there was something calming and satisfying in getting to release some of this vicious energy again.
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