Wreathed in golden light, and gritting his teeth in frustration, Tachyus growled as he shot across the training-room floor, a bee-line directly toward his target. He took the dummy with an extended arm straight to what would be the throat. There was a creaking as the dummy's support pillar snapped, and it shot across the room, to land in the pile that the young demi-god had already gathered. The others had chosen downtime upon returning to Mt. Justice, but not Tachyus. His frustration would have made him bad company, so as soon as their transports had arrived, he had sulked silently down to the training room. The others were heavy in his thoughts at the moment, which only fueled his frustrations. Of all the team, only [i]he[/i] had been incapacitated. Was he not the son of a god? Had he not been trained by some of the finest warriors on the planet since he was a child? The irony stoked the fires of his frustration even more, and a mask of fury passed over his face as several more training dummies popped up from the floor.

 He bolted to the first with the sound of a thunder crack, and took it to the floor with a palm to it's face, tearing it from it's support pedestal and dragging it along the floor a few paces, then leapt into the air, tossing the broken sparring dummy into it's closest counterpart hard, snapping it to the ground as well. When he landed, he snapped to the last dummy standing in a fraction of the blink of an eye, and shoulder-rushed it with all of his momentum, blasting it into several pieces. 

 He paused and released the Godspeed, surveying the decimation he had caused by releasing his frustration. He was suddenly embarrassed, considering what the others would say. He expected a witty comment from Batgirl, maybe a look from Andy, but as soon as he stopped to think what [i]she[/i] may have to say about it, his embarrassed frown mutated back into a grimace of anger. Juno. She had not only removed him from the fight, carrying his humiliatingly limp body to the paramedics, but then proceeded to essentially save the day. The fact that she was obviously more League Material than he was ate at him, but there was something else. He couldn't bring himself to actually stay angry at her, as much as he wanted to. Not only because it wasn't her fault, and she was just doing her job. There was something more. She was... she was really... He let the grimace go with a sigh, and moved to the bench, slotting on more weight than was reasonable.

 Suddenly, the door to the gymnasium opened. Dressed only in knee-length white basketball shorts and covered in the sweat of his exertions, Tachyus turned, red-faced. He hadn't expected any of the others to come here, and especially not before he could clean up both the mess he had made, and himself. He brushed his disheveled, sweaty hair out of his face and gave a weak half-smile, the right side of his mouth quirking up slightly.

  [color=fff79a]"Uhm... sorry. The training grounds on Themyscira are made of... sturdier stuff."[/color] He said as the others stepped in.