Sweat dripped down marshal's face as he served his jabs and ended his combos with a right hook, the bag swayed from side to side causing him to follow it, which was easy considering the amount he jumped from side side to side. As he painted he looked around at the other club members, 2 of them were sparring and the otthers were doing tricep dips or using a jump rope. 

"why not take a break, your ganna tear yourself apart if you keep trainin like that" said a large man behind marshal.

"nah, I gatta get strong, ya know, the guys I'm facing are supposed to be real tough" he said landing a quick straight punch, and brought it back as if it was never there.

As he went for another jab an arm grabbed his shoulder.

"take a break, you can win if you are too tired" said the large man.

Marshal sighed as he took off his gloves and and began to walk home, the heat from the gym crossed into cool air as he stepped out.