Martha turned around the bag hitting her side and pushing her a few steps in the process. Her hands hurt a bit but for some reason she didn't mind it. It did not however keep her calm.
She saw him standing there and she let her stance fall. She hadn't even realized that she was still on the offensive. "I didn't really wait before I started punching," She said with a frown. She knew that he didn't deserve that. But at the moment she was trying her hardest not to remember the screams, the terror and everything that went along with it! It had been the hardest year of her life.
She grabbed the bottle of water, putting the cold plastic to her hands she looked up into the light for a moment, frowning. "I want to kill him." the words came out before she could stop him. She didn't want to stop them. She knew it wouldn't happen. Romana wouldn't let her! He'd had his chance!