Barbarian Demons Tourney (B.D.T)

Chapter 10: Purpose

Riot woke up on the ground, scanning the place with his eyes as he sat upright, remembering what happened earlier.

He noticed that it was still midnight yet he got up and walked out of his room. All the lights were off and apparently everyone was asleep, that was expected since it was about 12 am. Riot looked at his hands, forming them into fists as he felt a blast of energy and the need for killing was surfing through his veins like blood.

"I remember there was a training grounds somewhere here.." Riot said to himself, walking down the hallway and opening a door as he saw the large sized room with lots of tools and equipment for training. Leather punching bags, wooden dummies, weights, treadmills and tons of more stuff. It almost seemed like a Japanese style gym built in the complex.

Riot walked up to one of the punching bags and decided to give it a try as he aimed his fist at the punching bag, concentrating. His eyes started to glow red just a little as he blasted a powerful punch at it. The bag was blasted back but the recoil blasted it back at Riot even harder than his own punch. He wasn't ready for the recoil and it striked him in his abdomen, pushing him a few steps backwards.

"AUGH- FUCKING.." Riot mumbled, grabbing and putting pressure on his abdomen to lessen the pain. "The hell is this punching bag?!" Riot asked himself, looking at it in rage as his eyes started to glow a brighter red and the glow was a little stronger this time.

"TAKE THIIISS!!"

Riot said as he striked the punching bag even harder than before, yet the chain wasn't broken so he knew that recoil is to be expected. Riot turned sideways, dodging the recoil of the hit as he waited for the bag to fly back to it's starting position, like a pendulum.

Riot blasted a punch which opposed the upcoming motion from the punching bag, creating intense pressure and resulting in him blasting a hole through the punching bag. Riot froze for a second, trying to comprehend what he just did as he looked at his hand to check if he was injured but to his surprise.. His hand was emitting smoke and it seemed woundless.

Clapping could be heard from behind Riot as footsteps approached him. Riot turned to see who it was and there was Mace with a smirk on his face.

"Look at you go! And at what time, one in the morning? Man you really are a night owl aren't ya?"

Mace said with a chuckle as he looked at the punching bag that Riot blasted a hole through. Riot pulled his hand out of it and looked at Mace.

"Felt a little energetic so I thought I could take out some stress, but it seems like the bag didn't handle it."

Riot said, looking at the bag as Mace walked over to the bag and put his hand through the hole, it was larger than the size of his arm.

"Oh it wouldn't handle it, not even in a hundred years."

Mace added, a little surprise appearing on his face as he looked at Riot's hand.

"Y'know, this punching bag was the toughest punching bag in this place. It was so tough that not even Master Agon could punch a hole through it in one punch."

Mace mentioned as Riot looked at him for a second, wondering how powerful Mace really was.

"And what about you? Can you do it in less than two punches?"

Riot asked him as Mace looked at Riot with a wide smirk as he pulled out his arm, suddenly the arm turned into a giant green and see through muscular arm with claws for fingers. Mace grabbed the punching bag with his transformed hand and instantly crushed it with one grip.