[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

Leafchange had found Torchline for sure, but still the alchemist was dressed in a mere t-shirt and shorts. Remi thought he might find his better half here, at the boxing ring, but was surprised to see it empty. Hmmmphing under his breath, the alchemist made his way over, leaning against the ropes and peering into the square of sand within. It seemed to have held up well from when it had been built, weathering all the storms Torchline had thrown its way. Having never been especially good at hand to hand combat (read: never learned), Remi didn't really understand the appeal of an activity like boxing, whether for endorphin/testosterone release or as a method of training. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space