Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind
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09.03.2012 , 09:30 PM |
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He shouldn’t be mooning over this girl anyways, it was a stupid crush. He hit the bag harder, freestyling, breaking up his rotation, hitting it in short powerful jabs. He started grunting with the exertion, could feel the sweat on his face and back. If he hit the bag hard enough he stopped seeing Oriah’s face, he stopped hating his brother, he stopped worrying about his parents, he stopped hearing Mitka cry in his ears. His muscles started to ache and he just pushed himself harder, clearing his head. In this moment Aaron was instinct and movement, the world fell away and he was alone with his fists and the heavy leather bag. He slowly started dancing around the bag, offering long arching kicks between punches, he would dance in close with his elbows and upper cuts and knees. Arms up in a defensive stance, he would swing them in a wide arch hitting the bag with a hook, then a jab. Time stood still and the bag accepted his frustration, and anger without protest, rocking from the ceiling, the chains jingled gently. A flash of red, and a face caught his eye, he stopped where he was breathing heavily. Oriah was leaning against the doorway with a crooked and appraising grin on her face.
I love how this paragraph flows.
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