Who: Sonya and Mr. Midshipman Orrock Where: Rec area When: Now What: blowing off steam Warnings: TBD
punch...punch..turn..jab
roundhouse kick...triple kick
turn..jump crescent kick...
The idleness of the place was starting to get to her, and as much as she enjoyed a break from trying to save the world, she was too much of a workaholic.
The running several miles a day and conditioning wasn't enough anymore, she needed to hit something and she didn't feel like holding back as she would've had to in a sparring match. So she had to make do with what she was able to find, but if there was one thing Sonya Blade prided herself on, it was being resourceful. All it took was some hunting in the large closet for some sweats and a tanktop, followed by a trip to the rec roomwhere she constructed a 'hopefully' sturdy punching bag and took to taking her frustrations out on it.
Kick..
punch punch..turn jab..kick
With each punch and kick, she saw Mavado, Quan Chi..Shang Tsung..especially Shang Tsung. Chi was dangerous, but with Shang it was somehow always more personal. So far the bag was holding up against the punishment she gave it. Her attacks increasing every minute as she envisioned her enemies- a full hour, even as she felt the eyes of someone watching her.
punch punch punch...
kick..
She held that last move for a minute before she stopped altogether, turning to acknowledge whoever was watching her as she caught her breath-oh look, it was the shipman. "Afternoon".
Least she was feeling better after letting out some steam.