Friday: January 25, 2008
Who: Adam & Aveira
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Combat Gym
What: Adam is letting out his frustrations. Watch out!

The elemental’s fist collided with the punching bag, exuding so much force it tore the bag right off the hook and sent the bulky punching bag flying a couple of feet across the floor. Sand poured out of the rip and spilled over the smooth wood below, and Adam gritted his teeth as he turned away from the sight. Without anything to hit anymore, he sent his fist flying into his other hand. A loud smack reverberated through the air, and suddenly, he was turning around and running toward the fallen bag.

Adam kicked it so hard it went soaring, sand showering over the gym until the bag landed in the bleachers with a bang. He took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with the motions, but it wasn’t bringing the elemental any peace. His peace had been permanently disturbed by the news of Sanura’s condition, and she hadn’t woken up yet from her unconscious state in the medical pavilion.

It wasn’t often that Adam got this angry. In fact, he’d never been this angry before in his life. No one had ever tried to actually hurt someone he cared about before, and the feeling of hate rushing through his veins was as new as first steps and first words for a baby. He hadn’t ever experienced feelings like this, and he wasn’t equipped with handling them. Twenty-six years was a long time to live to have never known hate, but Adam was new to it. The cuts on her body weren’t accidental, the doctor had said. They were deliberate.

Someone had done this to her on purpose, and Adam didn’t have the person in question to use them as a punching bag. This would have to do.