*Boooom*
The whole room shakes. I strike again.
*Boooooom*
The training hall quakes like a dried twig in a tailwind again. I am livid. My talk with Eve did not end on the most fantastic of notes, and this space, now abandoned in the quiet hours of the night has volunteered as the valve to release my wrath.
The walls would need repairing. The floors replacing. The targets and equipment buying anew. I even thought the foundations would need reinforcing after all this, but I didn't care. Only the sickening song of Dark Majesty and Fallen Nemesis tearing through all before me was able of keeping the snickering shadows at the edge of my eyes and the bodiless voices behind the doors from swarming around me in a haze of lunacy.
