THUD THUD
Flesh smacking against sandbags.
Flint was training, punching bags of sand with large amounts of force. The bag swayed slightly from it chain as he continued the punches, one after the other.
Finally he threw a last punch with all his might, hitting the sandbag off the chain and to the floor. Flint panted softly as he went to sit on a bench beside him, he hadn't had work in awhile but hopefully he might get to punch someone today. 
He grabbed some water as he walked out of the training room and soon got to the main hall, sitting away from the others as his breakfast was laid out, he was sweaty and his muscles bulged as adrenaline slowly began to decline within him. He quickly ate, wondering what the others where talking about.