My fists connect with the punching bag in a tap, tap, punch rhythm. I forget where I am and punch the bag like I have seen professional boxers do. I keep going at it until my arms protest and my speed slows. When I stop, my breath comes out short and heavy. It has been a while since I used the punching bag. Most of my fights mainly involve only the legs.
“What?” I snap at Ben’s prolonged stare.
He blinks like he is having trouble believing what he saw, I snatch the bottle of water someone rushes to offer me and take a greedy gulp. Aside from the state of this building, the occupants are pretty chill.
“Wow,” Ben says with open admiration.
“That’s how it’s done,” I manage to reply. I take another gulp. s**t. My arms hurt like hell. Weighs a ton.
“She will kick your ass, Kiddo,” the ma
