The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon

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Alex had all this excess energy lately and was having to wash his sheets every day, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment.

Considering his godly level of endurance, and that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, he might be a while before he worked off his frustrations not dirty.

((Expecting one, but open salle is open!))