Scorpius had always been of the firm belief that he wasn't a fighter, not naturally. Still, he was trying, working on the bag. He took another swing and then a harder one. He could feel the anger, but he wasn't entirely sure what he was angry at. It felt - out of control, but his shots had a little more power.
He stopped after a few more. "I wouldn't mind being in your classes. They don't go hand in hand with my schedule. I am at Dragon Camp from six to six. It hasn't left time for much else. I know I could use the work." It was oddly therapeutic, and he liked being here. "Maybe if I can't make class, we could make some time?"