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[color=90EE90][sup][b]Location:[/b] Ares Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] No one yet.[/sup][/color][/center]
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The dull boom, boom, boom of her fists smacking over and over against the canvas was lost on her; instead, she let the music playing from her phone and through the earphones fill her mind. Keeping her concentrated as she continued to pound hard, almost relentlessly so, on the punching bag that was suspended from the ceiling of the Ares cabin by chains. She wasn't sure just how long she'd been at it, but she knew that she'd been going at it long enough that her knuckles were now glistened red with her blood once more. Though all the while she kept her hands up. Protecting her face from the blows that weren't even coming her way; though after so long of having that particular lesson drummed into her over and over again, it had just simply become nothing more than habit. A natural instinct.

Protect yourself. Don't give your opponent an opening. Show no mercy.

Because in the end, they weren't going to show her any.

Chest heaving slightly with each breath that she took, a light sheen of sweat visible over her body; some even rolling slightly down the side of her face, Octavia shoved her fist as hard as she could into the bag. The sight of the seem splitting open, even slightly, causing her to pause for a moment. Her dark eyes flicking up to her brother who was holding it steady, she brought her attention back to the split. Watching as some of the sawdust trickled out and onto the floor before she shifted and began at it once again. Her blows landing at the bottom of the split; determined to either make it bigger... or to kill it altogether.

[color=gray]"Tavia... you're going to hurt yourself again. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. Seriously, you need to work on letting go of your pride."[/color]

Pride...

Octavia refrained from rolling her eyes. It wasn't the first time that her pride had been the topic of conversation, and beyond that, her brother wasn't the only one who had brought it up either. Everyone seemed to think that it was some kind of a problem; she didn't see it, and honestly..? It was getting pretty damn old, real fast. Hesitating though, Octavia nevertheless stood down. Her hands balling up tighter, and for only a few moments before she turned away from the bag and instead to her brother who had been holding it steady. Her fists uncurling.

Despite the fact that she wanted to keep going with the bag, he was right... He was always right. She couldn't risk injuring herself and throwing all her hard work and progress back, even a few weeks, [color=#2E8B57]"..pushing limits is the only way to progress... and father always said; show no mercy. Not even to the bag..."[/color]

[color=gray]"Tay... you started pushing your limits an hour ago."[/color]

This time, she couldn't help it. She actually did roll her eyes, [color=#2E8B57]"Just... go. Get out of here already."[/color] Despite it all, a gentle smile danced over her lips, and after having gotten one in return. Her brother's hand reaching out to give an encouraging squeeze of her shoulder; she watched him leave. Her green eyes lingering after him for a few moments later before she turned and headed off. Her arms swinging lightly at her sides, in time with her hips, she began off up the stairs and towards her bedroom. She was going to need to clean and tape her hands.