Axel was sweating profusely, as he continued to kick the bag. The bag getting pushed in the air hard from his precise and power packed kicks. Axel eyes then narrowed towards the door as it opened. He seemed intrigued a little bit irritated of who interrupted his session. His eyes then widened a little. He had a light Russian accent. “Oi, you? What are you doing.” He had a low authoritative voice.
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