Iron Maiden's brig
Akifa was beyond enraged, his hands and arms aching from how much he punched and tried to pull the door off, raking his nails and destroying the room he sat in now. The furniture had been upturned and tossed, the walls once covered in wallpaper shredded and ripped apart, some of the wall dented with fist craters while he sat in the middle of the crushed and destroyed furniture, similar to a twisted throne he owned in the middle of his solitude. The captain had the new medics practically re-wiring his brain to only obey her, hearing only her voice and commands while trying to figure out how his powers had awoken during the fiasco.
While it looked like he sat quietly in the middle of the destroyed room, simmering with rage, he really was just meditating. As the hours had
