*BANG*
*BANG*
*CRACK*
*BAM*
Shining from the light-reflecting sweat on his body that refused to join the puddle at his feet, Daemon pulled his leg back and turned to sit on the ground, his back leaning against the stand that just had its heavy dummy kicked flying.
From the dark sky that had dropped over the city when he came back at 2 o'clock, a shy light was now peeking over from the skyline.
*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*
This time Daemon's breathing, though still calm, was audible, though only due to the silence. And that was all the hours of exertion had done to him, as he seemed like he could still keep going.
From simply letting out the excess of energy he had, he had gone to outright pouring the desire for murder in his heart on the poor dummy which was now showing a tortured appearance on the ground.
