Beach Woes

To say she’s still not pissed would be a lie, but she knows this isn’t the time or the place for such anger to surface and control her actions any more than it already has, so she just continues breathing in and out slowly slowly diminishing the built up frustration. She felt bad for launching the kettle at Ulv, but it has already happened, and only her controlling her anger will keep things from spiraling more out of control.

She groans a bit as an aspirin is passed her way. She’s not sure what this thing exactly is, but it’ll probably help since Ulv handed to her. It’ll be nice to have her face stop hurting as quickly as possible. She likes fighting and such, but random pain like this while already bothered doesn’t feel good at all.

“Thanks.”

She gives a pained smirk at the other words spoken knowing that she did calm herself down. That’s good, but she still let herself get carried away and broke that kettle. She’ll have to work on not letting stuff like that happen.

“Um… Do I take this with water or something?”

She questions looking at the pill in her hand.

Oh. No water it seems. Well, she just throws it back and hopes it helps her face sooner than later. She wants the sting gone already. Though, she looks to Ulv as she waves her over and follows into the room that causes her eyes to widen. Oh… This is amazing to be honest. It’s a room with so much equipment just for one to workout with. It’s the perfect space to condition one’s body to be honest, but she feels Ulv wants her to train outside and inside. Guess there not done today though if Ulv is pulling her into this room. That’s when the gloves come out.

It’s pretty simple to know what’s going down next as Elyss finds herself staring down a sandbag. Ten minutes, huh? Well, that’s alright. She has some tension she wants to get off her chest anyway, so having something that won’t get mad at her for beating it sounds nice.

However, her attention moved to Ulv for a bit watching the woman skip rope while running on a treadmill. No doubt Elyss will have to do that eventually, and seeing how Ulv tripped herself a few times, Elyss is not going to enjoy that at all. But, for now, she should focus on her task. She already wasted ten seconds, so her hands begin moving; her arms stretching out and back. She’s already attacking the sandbag in a boxer-like style which seems to be her preferred method for fighting. It’s probably something wired into her mind from when she was alive with the way she kept her arms up to protect her face after each punch.

She continues her assault onto the bag landing blow after blow in consecutive fashion aiming for the same area each swing before deciding to switch things up a bit. Instead of a jab, her arms swings outward quickly hooking the bag from the right causing it to barely nudge, but she doesn’t stop pounding into its right side throwing hook after hook wildly out of enjoyment before stopping and swinging with her left. This time, she hooks the bag once as hard as she can before bringing her arm back just as her right shoots upwards in an uppercut. Though, considering the bag didn’t have a chin, her fist simply lands into the gut area where she bends over some and starts delivering rapid mini uppercuts to the bag’s middle section before laughing some and gives the bag a light slap.

She’s take a hop back before bouncing on her two feet; her right before her left with her body lightly swinging side to side. She let her right arm falls down vertically with her body as her left arm bends 90 degrees in front of her chest. She just bounces for a bit before jabbing with her right quickly. She just messes around a bit feeling like all her movements make sense. They all feel natural, yet, she didn’t really know too much of what she was doing. She stops there though and sighs letting herself rest a bit before looking over to Ulv with a raised brow.

“I don’t know. Feels like I’ve just done something like this for a long time.”

No grit? Her punches are usually reactionary. She never raises her hands unless there is a true reason before her whether that be to defend herself or to take vengeance on the one who has angered her. At that time, her hands fly on their own to inflict pain on her adversaries, but even then, they hold back. It is strange. Though, her fists have been enough to gravely injure whoever faces her. She must keep in mind, however, that she only ends up hurting people when she starts to lose control. Maybe she holds back because she doesn’t want to lose control, but her rage is an inevitably.

She doesn’t say much as Ulv takes her hands simply going through the motion being thrust upon her. Then, there is an audible sigh as the bag returns forcing her to stop it with her hands as Ulv steps away to pick up gloves herself. She could only imagine how horrifying she’d become once she can truly fight after training. Will her training stick when she goes mad? Would she savagely beat her opponents with frightening efficiency? Maybe keeping her skill low until she gains more control is the smarter choice.

No. She shakes her head and looks back to Ulv watching the woman punching with as much passion as she always seems to leak at all times. Those manacles around her wrist begin to glow. What would be the point? She learns how to control her anger, but if her anger is tied to her powers, will her anger grow as she does? So, would learning how to control her current anger even matter if it just gets worse later? It’s probably best to train both together… Maybe… She doesn’t know. She’s probably going to be stumbling a lot, but…

“What are those things around your wrist?”


She asks to try and take her mind off of her worries.

Eh. Ulv spoke of putting your opponent down with intent. Though, the redhead wonders what kind of intent is behind those fists. Should she aim to pummel with the possibility of crippling her opponent for a while, or should she consider ending things in a single punch? That could very much keep her from losing herself in a fight if it ended in just one hit. She usually finds herself getting drunk with adrenaline, but if it ends quickly, that problem is sort of solved.

For starters, poor punching bag. It had to take the blunt of Ulv’s heated passion, and it looks as beaten as it’ll ever be. At least Elyss understands those manacles a bit. 99.5% however? That’s startling. Ulv is pretty amazing, huh… She’s still so much more powerful than Elyss with barely any power allowed to flow through her. It’s scary. Elyss finds herself sweating a bit and clamming up some.

Panting? Elyss should be showing some signs of fatigue though, huh? She wonders why she’s so energized. However, she feels her Zanpakuto prod her mind a bit relaying some information to her about her body and energy and what’s going on. Something about enhanced adrenaline. That sounds a bit weird, but suddenly, she feels her body give out a bit causing her to stumble forward some.

“I think I’m more tired than I actually look.”

She mutters before going down to her butt and rests there a bit looking up at Ulv. It’s clear in her eyes that she doesn’t want to stop just yet, but it’s also clear that the effects of today have finally crashed into her with no explanation. Elyss will just blame her Zanpakuto wondering what he meant by enhanced adrenaline.