my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
After a few days of training, Amun was starting to feel a little bit more like himself. Unfortunately, his body was still run down from his ordeal. Fluid could only restore him so far in the absence of the Voice. In lieu of that, he had to try and rebuild his strength the old fashioned way.
That's why he was back in the ring, literally: there was a sack full of sand hanging in front of him and he stood right at the edge of a boxing ring etched onto the ground. Anyone looking could tell he wasn't much of a boxer, as his stance was completely off. His feet were too wide, his knees were locked, and his shoulders were facing the target head on.
Given all that, it was no surprise that there was no force behind his punches. At least his thumb was correctly positioned so he didn't hurt himself. However, as his fist impacted the sack, it barely budged. He growled under his breath at the sight, drawing back his arm for another blow.
That's why he was back in the ring, literally: there was a sack full of sand hanging in front of him and he stood right at the edge of a boxing ring etched onto the ground. Anyone looking could tell he wasn't much of a boxer, as his stance was completely off. His feet were too wide, his knees were locked, and his shoulders were facing the target head on.
Given all that, it was no surprise that there was no force behind his punches. At least his thumb was correctly positioned so he didn't hurt himself. However, as his fist impacted the sack, it barely budged. He growled under his breath at the sight, drawing back his arm for another blow.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
