Sweat glistened across Berengar's chiseled figure as he continuously struck the hanging' punching bag with all his might. He had been at this for nearly an hour now, and his knuckles were stained with his own blood.
For the first time in a long time, Berengar was frustrated and bitter, so much so that he needed to hit somebody in order to relieve his anger, however he could not very well go out and assault his people and because of this, the heavy bag was a good substitute.
After throwing a job and a cross, he swung his leg like a baseball bat towards what would be the head of the heavy bag were it a human being. A loud thunder crackled in the room, as if the one eyed emperor had fired a gun in the enclosed space. There was even a slight dent in the bag where his shin connected with its surface. After throwing this combination, he sprawled to the ground and began to do a set of ten pushups.
