{ hit me with your best shot

[strongerthanyouknow]

*CRACK*


*WHAM*





Anyone within sight of the gym in Apartment 2 is now treated to the sight of Sara Lance frowning at a punching bag on the ground. The 'Fitness Center' had already been a disappointment salvaged only by their being a hanging bag in the back class area.

She's barefooted and bare-fisted, and frowning.

Very much frowning.

That hadn't even taken two minutes. She hadn't even worked up a sweat. She definitely had not gotten anywhere near what she needed to get to feel her purpose was achieved.

Comments

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Failed." It's a very to the point answer.

Pinched between her shoulders more than her teeth. The frustration in her jaw and brow rolls away though, even as she looks over her shoulder, to find the calmer of the two versions of Snow.

[snowandfrost]

She walks forward and peers down at the bag on the floor, then at Sara.

"Maybe if we had a better stitching on the bag and a stronger way of connecting it to the hook, it would work out better. Wouldn't fail next time."

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Maybe." There's dubiousness in that, and distance.

"At least for whoever else around here might have been using it before. If anyone ever did."
If the people here were all ever her any much longer than any of them really.

Or any of the shmucks ever tried.