The boombox made a click and the song changed to Track 3. The beat was deep and tribal, the sound almost angry, violent in its own way. The lyrics described a Hobgoblins transformation into madness. Jax stood in the middle of the large gym/training room in a sports bra and sweatpants. Her feet were bare and her knuckles were sore, as she went through the drills. She twisted on her foot, kicking off of a large model orc. She twisted, her back heel moving behind her as she twisted her arm to give an uppercut to the orc's upper peck. She pulled back only to hit with her left then twisted around to attack with her elbow. She turned, jumping up again to hit the model with her foot before she lost her footing and fell to the ground with a rough thud. She winced as she hit the matt hard, rolling to her back and looking up at the dusty beams. She grunted, letting out a light laugh as she got back to her feet, and headed for her water bottle. She took a quick chug and wiped her neck as the beat grew to a crescendo. 

She threw the bottle down to the floor and began to dance, her body twisting as she jumped from left to right, her expression light as she sang along, her red hair bobbing up and down in her ponytail. She took in the adrenaline boost, and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She imitated the famous singer watching herself in the mirror as she pretended that a whole colosseum full of people were watching her. She bolted out a sour note, turning to the left only to notice the clock. She stopped immediately,"SHIT!"

She ran to the boombox turning it off halfway through the track as she reached down to grab her blue jacket, waterbottle and boots. She ran quickly, shoving a boot on each foot after putting on her jacket. She bolted through the doors, into the night, her heels hitting the pavement hard as she ran towards Wethermere St. Rain and wind pelted against her as she pushed through the cold. She kept running, knowing that he was probably going to be pissed. She finally saw him standing outside of the building with the face of a raging bull,"Ahh Shit. I'm sorry Baby, I know I'm late. I completely lost track of time."

A small imp looked up at Jax with blazing red eyes,"HARGUL FINISHED BALLET AT 7. JAX GET HARGUL AT 7. NOT 8 NOT 9. OTHER MOMS GET KIDS. NO ONE GET HARGUL! I SELL SOUL TO JAX AND HARGUL GETS SHIT SPOON!"

Jax rolled her eyes, looking at her pet with contempt, tonight was going to be a long night.