Angels and Demons

Talia continued to pummel Suzuka seemingly without any stop in sight. She was shouting nonsensical things in a rage as her fists collided with the woman's face. Relief finally came for the poor woman when the gym manager ripped Talia off of her. "I SAID STOP!" he yelled as he dragged the furious redhead a good few meters away before dropping her to the mat and checking on Suzuka.

In a rage, Talia got back to her feet in an instant ready to charge once more...but the split second of interruption seemed to catch up to her. Still fuming, Talia stormed away, slipping through the ropes and walking back towards the locker room while gritting her teeth together. Her clenched fists were bloody, and as cathartic as the whole experience was, she felt like she was boiling over now. She kicked in a locker forcefully, denting it at the middle, before stopping over a sink.

She looked back at the shattered mirror and couldn't help but grin while still breathing heavily. The broken image of herself seemed like such a...bad metaphor.