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It was a late afternoon and everything was starting to settle down. The sun was slowly but surely setting in the west, the bustling and hustling of the city was beginning to quiet down and the shops were beginning to close for the day.
Although, one soul didn't seem to be calming down for the day.
Outside of the local gym, the sound of what could only be described as grenades going off could be heard. The local passer-by would look through the window, unable to keep their curiosity at bay.
Sven grunted as his fist once more connected with the punching bag. The impact sent the sandbag flying, the chains just barely keeping it from flying across the room. Sweat dripped from his forehead and into his eyes as he once more lowered his body, shifted his weight sent his fist flying once more.