[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Cary, IL 
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I glance over at Nic, surprised to hear that he had been in some. When he explains why, that makes more sense to me. Nic didn't come across as the violent or aggressive type. He definitely was the more passive type. A healer and a defender like he described.

[color=#DB7093]"Just in case this Scott fellow becomes aggressive tomorrow when we start questioning him. I can fight as well, but I usually take the magic route when it comes to subding someone. If I can anyways,"[/color] I explain. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#B0C4DE]"Just for tonight,"[/color] I joke and walk over to the bag. I wait until Kimiko starts lifting weights, checking her form to make sure it is still right before I start hitting the bag.

I keep my hands loose, hitting the bag lightly to warm up. I breath out everytime my fist connects with the bag. Ever since I was little, I had this obsession with boxing and MMA fighting. I used to watch the fights when they were underground as well as the one that nobles attended with people like me fighting just to make money to have a meal for the week. It wasn't easy work but it was something.

Slowly my surroundings drown out around me and I'm moving around the bag, hitting high and low as my pacing increases. I connect with the bag every time, hitting harder and harder until the bag starts to split. I keep going until I eventually step back and wind up for a roundhouse kick. I jump and twist and the bag shatters. I step away and take a drink of water.