[b] New York - 0300 - Raines place[/b] [url=https://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/35/r169_457x257_7445_Kaa_2d_sci_fi_portrait_female_girl_woman_cyborg_cyberpunk_picture_image_digital_art.jpg&imgrefurl=http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/gallery/cyberpunk&h=257&w=457&tbnid=eOsCaVVQVtN4AM:&docid=VoG_-fgGQE9QMM&ei=4ZFyVqzjOIe6aaLRlZgG&tbm=isch&client=safari&ved=0ahUKEwjs1_aT2-LJAhUHXRoKHaJoBWMQMwglKAUwBQ]Raine[/url][i] infuriated with the lack of information about the attacks on the western seaboard , Has spent the last 2 hours training. Her hair is slick with sweat ,her muscles taught from the exertion, her reflexes honed to a razor sharp edge,but her rage is far from subdued,if anything it seems to be increasing. She steps up to the sparring dummy again. Slashing a horizontal attack from left to right, followed with a diagonal right to left downward strike . She spins 180 to block an imaginary attack from behind,following with a leg sweep on the imaginary attacker. She turns her attention back to the dummy, now in a reverse stance, from here she can only attack with her lead, in this case her right, pushing forward she goes at it with a flurry of short fast strikes. Bringing her left into play to fail attacks from her imaginary assailant. Suddenly she does a no handed cartwheel to the side putting in a flanking position to the dummy ,at a which point she goes to town, her anger building up, strike after strike hit home , pieces of wood fly off in all directions. The occasional spark flies up as she hit the steel bans used in the fixings. Somewhere deep from within her mind she rages ,[/i] [b] " What the hell is Going on!"[/b] [spoiler] Open , particularly if your a reader please. but anyone in the area[/spoiler]