A crash and a snap echoed withing the quiet walls of the gym. In that thick silence even her breathing seemed like a screams, a step like a gunshot. And so She stoood, proud and strong, truimpahnt over a pile of what was once concrete blocks.

"o...owwww...." Kireina hissed softly shaking her hand. Her knuckles were a little red, the impact was still pretty hard. She just recently mastered breaking boards and tiles, that why she went on to clocks, but it still pretty damn hurts.

She pressed the knuckles to her lips as she sat down on the bleachers. Looking out the window, the sun has already set. Her clock said its just 7 though, so she has around an hour before she needs to go and study.

She tilted her head again and eyed the punching bag. her hands were still sore, but her feet could use a workout.