life sucks, let's dance

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray walked in wearing her usual training garb, her wraps already on, and a towel around her neck. She raised an eyebrow when she noted that she wasn't alone. "Good evening! Seems like I'm not the only one who figured now would be a good time to train." She said warmly, setting herself up at another punching bag and doing a final adjustment on her wraps. "I'm Ray by the way, nice to meet you." She introduced herself, figuring it was a decent idea since she planned to train for a bit and her companion seemed nowhere near complete with her own training.  Ray promptly began her warm up punches, jabs, and kicks, getting her muscles ready for the real workout to come. That's not to say she wasn't hitting the bag with intensity. She certainly was, just not as hard as she could. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus