Painful Remembrance (Solo)

“Thump. Thump. Thump.”

The sounds of flesh colliding with bark resonates through the forest. Though, it is not easily heard by passersby. Scarlet colored hair swings wildly with each pull back and thrust of those slightly masculine arms. Bloody balled fists fly recklessly and painfully into the bark of this woeful tree chosen from its brethren to suffer from the released suppressed anger of this foolish Plus female.

Why is Elyss out in some forest away from civilization? What causes her to punch a tree mercilessly ignoring the ringing pain reverberating through her fists up her arms? She herself can’t really place it, but as of now, she blames it on stress; stress caused by her peculiar situation and mental state. She’s awoken in a world she does not know with no memories of before, she finds herself attracted to violence for whatever reason; such deeds causes her to feel a strange calming peace (This is what brings her to enjoying this self-inflicted pain.), and just basic stress from her job. Drunken men are wild beings that forbade all sense of logic most of the time. Women are no different as well. They all devolve into animals running on basic instinct when intoxicated. Yet, she can’t say she truly hates it. It gives her a reason to use brute force, but even then, the situations barely go beyond her kicking them out or forcing them to settle down. It’s been a while since she’s had to use extreme force on.

“Thump. Thump.”

Even with the pain, this is refreshing somehow. It’s almost rhythmic. She feels familiar at the moment surrounded by nothing but still life tiring her body out against a solid object. It strangle tickles her mind as if trying to get her realize something; her clear mind soon losing focus to everything around entering into itself.

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“Dammit! How dare they!?” The angered voice of a younger Elyss bounces off the walls of the empty gym as she beats on a wooden dummy in the shape of a human hitting it in precise areas: the ribs, gut, nose, and neck. Her hands are bruised from not wearing any protective gloves, but she’s too pissed off to care.

“Those idiots. It’s fighting. People get hurt. Why am I on a suspension?!” Though, she is being horribly erratic about her situation. She was extremely erratic in that fight. She won it, so why is everyone punishing her. Just because she sent her opponent to the hospital, they’re saying she’s too dangerous in the ring. Maybe they should just give her opponents that don’t fold so easily! Her fists continue flying absentmindedly to distract herself, but training only makes her thoughts more precise making her more angry, which in turn, makes her swing harder and wilder.

“Stupid!” Thwack! “Fucking!” Thwack! “Damn you!” Thwack! “Ah!” Her hand suddenly explodes with pain as she strikes incredibly hard. It feels as if her wrist is on fire with pin and needles stabbing into it.

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“Ah!” Eyss is forced out of her thoughts as her wrist suddenly pains her immensely; her other hand grabbing right below as she looks wide eyed at her shaking hand. She got too caught up in that memory she did not expect to have. Though, she was copying the strikes to perfection; the precision and power, and as her past self broke her wrist, so did the current her.

Elyss, through the pain, however, feels somewhat uplifted. Her mind feels a bit more open as if she just unlocked a part of it like levels in a video game. She was a fighter? She did some type of competitive fighting that required her to know how to use her body precisely to beat down an opponent. That explains her reflexes in a fight. And, now, she feels that she understands a bit more where exactly why her fists land in certain locations and why they do so with such power.

Still, this pain is almost unbearable at the moment, and she needs to get this checked out. Her lower lip is bitten as she tried to bend her hand which only causes her whole arm to heat up and explode in pain before she growls and turns away from the tree. Off she goes. Maybe they’ll know what to do at the Tavern. This is going to get in the way of her job. Hopefully, nobody questions too much why both her hands are a bloody mess, and why her left wrist is broken.

She has learned a lot this day, and the main thing she’s taken away from this: Don’t punch things so hard and so carelessly; especially trees.