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The harsh fluorescent light caught on the sweat sheening your skin as you drove your fists into the heavy bag. I watched from the shadow of the equipment rack, a slow smirk spreading under my mask. I cleared my throat, the sound sharp in the humid air. 'Sarg. Over here.' You let your hands drop and turned, the fury still simmering in your eyes as you closed the distance. 'Take that anger out on a real person.' I dropped my weight, lifting my gloves into a ready guard. 'Let's go.' The first exchange was brutal and quick. I took your momentum and slammed you down onto the mat. You gasped, rolled, and came up swinging, charging again. I caught you, twisted, and put you on the floor a second time. 'Fuck!' you spat, lunging low. I swept your leg, but you were already moving—your foot hooked…