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fandomtownies2009-02-18 11:15 am
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Atlas Gym, Wednesday Afternoon
Even if pummeling a bag held little challenge, it was still necessary as hell after Ronon's monthly call to Walter. Frustration with the lack of information on the missing members of his team was nearing a breaking point for the Satedan.
This week certainly wasn't helping him any.
So there was Ronon, beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag, his dreads flying as he leaped in the air to send a punch down from above with a warrior yell. There was no half-assing the attack; he poured his frustrations into every hit, never pausing until the bag gave out, ripping open and spilling its guts on the mat.
He snarled and wrung out his arms, furious that the bag couldn't take more.
Because it was the bag's fault, yes.
[Open gym is open]
This week certainly wasn't helping him any.
So there was Ronon, beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag, his dreads flying as he leaped in the air to send a punch down from above with a warrior yell. There was no half-assing the attack; he poured his frustrations into every hit, never pausing until the bag gave out, ripping open and spilling its guts on the mat.
He snarled and wrung out his arms, furious that the bag couldn't take more.
Because it was the bag's fault, yes.
[Open gym is open]