[Action]
[It's been a while since he went all out on a practice like this, but it's about time.]
[Allelujah's in the dojo, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the training dummies. He's got his knuckles wrapped - it seems those sweatbands on his arms are good for more than one thing - and there's a constant 'thud' of impact as he tries to push away his frustration into the practice.]
[The style's not elegant, but it's simple and effective. He varies it a little bit, switching from punches to kicks on various targets on the dummy, and he moves around it a little, but otherwise he's focused on beating the crap out of whatever he's imagining on the dummy's fabric.]
[He does stop briefly every so often for water, though, which is probably a good time for anyone who's come to investigate the noise to try to talk to him.]