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The sickening thud of sweat-slicked leather against leather was in time with the shallow breathing of its assailant. Her fists connected again and again with the heavy weight swinging to meet her from a chain bolted to the ceiling.
His skin glistened with sweat.
His eyes watched steadily, his gaze seeming to stare right through her
1-2, 1-2, swing, 1-2, 1-2, duck… again
She counted the repetition, her lips moving in silent words, those words running cycles in her head.
He’d had her going at it for an hour now and he knew that when she finally stopped, she'd be tired and bad-tempered.
And when she was exhausted... she became easily aggravated...
She looked for confrontation… longed for debate.
He watched her closely as her muscles tensed and rolled under her skin, taut, her limbs trembling with unspoken frustration.
“Release Katherine,” his voice called out firmly across the room. He knew she heard him but her punches came faster, fiercer. Her brow creased.
Three more sets, she thought to herself continuing to breathe in and out.
He watched as her muscles rumbled with each strain she made. The tips to her hair dripped.
He sighed.
“Katherine…”
“Shut up Matthias!” her leg swung around in a roundhouse kick only to be followed with two harsh blows that had the bag almost begging for audible mercy.
He sighed again before making strides over to the victimized punching bag. Without any regard for the swinging, lethal limbs of his companion he caught it causing it to halt.
“That’s enough for today.”
She growled up at him.
“I don’t know why you make me do this every day! This is stupid! I don’t need to do this!”
She turned to walk away from him. He grabbed her forearm, pulling her back to face him.
“Just because you are who you are doesn’t mean you can get soft.”
His voice dropped to a dangerously quiet timber, but he could still feel her defiance burning brightly within her. She yanked her arm away and stormed from the weights room.
