Punching bags // xaa&elise

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Elise has done well to avoid the combat training, but the reality is, popularity is only going to get her so far when the spears and axes are pointing in her direction.. Small steps, she breezes past the weaponry and heads to a lonesome hanging leather punch bag that looks to be the first safe step for her to take. There is not a trainer stood by it, not many eyes with their attention on that corner of the room. It is the perfect opportunity just to find out.

Not once in her life has, she had to clench her fists and throw a punch, not even in play with her brother. There have been times where she has defended herself but only with words and other acts of payback lead by Meredith. Acts like staining a rowdy girl’s dress with blackcurrant juice (though Elise never once touched the fruits, but she did observe the others doing it). Something like that is not going to help her dodge a flying knife or an overpowering career.

She looks at both of her fists, adjusting them and the rest of her body so that she can get the perfect calculated balance to throw the first hit. Her arms are so weak looking, barely a visible muscle to be found amongst all the sticking out bones and tendons. There is some power in her somewhere though, there must be.

It feels dramatic and it probably looks clumsy but her first hit does move the leather bag a little, all while causing a quake to radiate from her wrist to her shoulder. It hurt. It really did hurt when her knuckles kiss the fresh leather.

And the eyes are already on her, the District One Xaahira Mahdavi who she avoided earlier in favour of her district partner. Typical career nature, she is quick to insult Elise’s poor attempt at throwing a punch. ”Now that is rude of you.” Elise snaps a little, pathetic darling now that is a new one for her. She rubs her wrist and looks back at the punch bag. ”Not all of us are fortunate enough to be from a District that actually trains its kids.

Rave.

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Elise hand’s rest flat on either side of the leather bag, her eyes track Xaahira as she circles around it and her. There is nobody protect her now and this punchbag is far from an ideal hiding place. She is face to face with the biggest threat that is going to stand before her in that arena, now she is wearing her training wheels and experiencing the true taste of wickedness.

Not many people like Xaahira live in District Eleven, not that she has ever encountered them before. If anyone does ever step out of the line, she he has had Meredith, Izzy and the others to hide behind. But here, it is just down to her. She can’t even seek out Harbinger right now, or a familiar face like Ulysses.

All this girl wants to do is intimidate her, Elise knows that the most logical thing for her to do is not play along with this game. Not buckle her knees but stand up for herself.

”The fact I am here, stuck with the people like you is the only thing that enrages me. It is the only rage I will need to rattle the chain holding this thing up.” Elise pushes the punch bag forwards, making it swing back and forth and freeing herself from the personal space invasion from the other girl.

”I know you just want to intimidate me but I am always partial to a bit of competition, lets just show off instead of being weird? Punch that bag as hard as you can and I will go again after, I am a good quick visual learner.” Elise shrugs, she may as well learn something before embarrassing herself again.

Rave.