Cooling point.

[Odin Reeves]

[Continued from: Standing out. ]

The violent thrashing of the three chains atop of the heavy bag were constant without a set rhythm. The quick, heavy fists continually caused the large bag to wrap around each blow before it was sent to another angle. Odin's appearance showed anger, frustration, determination, yet the key peice of it all was aggression. His voice let loose low-toned violent growls with each combination, a breathing technique to some, a release for him.

'First day, fuckin' first day and they choose to set an example. It was obvious to every student that the pillar wanted to start something, but of course I'll end up taking the blame.' As his anger rose so did his consistency with one hand. Several short ranged, powerful upper cuts were dealt to the lower side of the heavy bag, representing a kidney shot. If Odin was to do this to a student they'd be pissing blood for a week.

Backing away he uncurled his fingers, letting the blood flow back through his knuckles. For a few moments he admired the scares scorn across his knuckles and hand, reminding him of his once brutal training methods. While he still trained every day it had been awhile since he had truly let loose in his work-out. Long had it been since he left the floor without any aggression in his being.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he moved back in towards the back. Swift left jab, shaking the chains of the bag before a crippling overhand right came down upon the middle. Due to the angle the back didn't fold as it normally would, but was pushed backward with great force as it went into a pendelum like swing. An odd sight to see from such a heavy bag, but not beyond belief. As it came back Odin performed a quick spin, moving in a complete 360 as his previous right hand slammed deep into the side of the bag, setting it off course and turning the straight-line swing into more of an oval.

At this point Odin began to dance with the bag, following it around and keeping it going with swift punches and well timed power blows. At times the bags direction would switch due to it's weight, in which Odin would be inclined to dodge it while pivotting around to once again start of a series of aggressive blows. It was gratifying to know that there was at least one place in this school he could go to for release.

[Odin Reeves]

[Short, but eh.]

‘A voice.’ THUD! ‘Is it his voice?’ THUD! ‘No, it’s not cocky in the least.’ Hearing the other student speak only proceeded to cause Odin’s fist to snap out, striking the bag with the same force he had displayed moments earlier. It wasn’t until Odin decided to turn his head and pay attention to the one speaking that he began to understand what was being said. He zoned in at the mention of the Hand, causing yet another strike to the bag, this time out of pure aggression and anger.

Responding in kind to Kai’s opinion, Odin did little to hold back his feelings in such a brief sentence. “I reflect myself, not my former school.” At this point Odin’s entire body had eased, ‘cept for his fists which happened to remain clenched. For a brief moment neither of the two spoke, causing a sense of awkwardness to grow as Odin began to wonder whether or not he should ignore this student. Then he spoke, mumbling something about always forgetting before making a proper introduction.

“Well, Kai, my name is Odin.” Most others would’ve followed up with some corny, bullshit line about how it was nice to make ones acquaintance, but Odin wasn’t one to lie. Looking down at the hand extended he sighed softly before extending his own, giving a short, firm shake before returning his hand to his side. It seemed like the polite thing to do, rather then leave Kai’s hand out there, causing a look of stupidity to arise.

[Odin Reeves]

“They have no clue who Kvist and Marcus are. The pillars have most likely gained respect through fear. You heard the school captain’s comments this morning; an Iron-Fist will be used on us.” Taking his hand from Kai’s he threw it into the side of the bag, causing the bag to sway softly after the initial indent disappeared. “Oh, and by the way, Varron is no more. Were not Varron students, were Hircine High students. So if they want to judge me in a group, they can first look at themselves. Because no matter what I do, it’ll reflect the school in one-way or another. A statistic, or a headline, either way it doesn’t matter.”

Pivoting around on his right foot he spun with his left leg leading before striking the bag with his back right hand. The grinding of the chains sounded throughout the gym as he gained the attention of his fellow school mates. Without so much as a word his eyes glared towards all those staring, silencing their thoughts with his primal instinct to survive. Stepping back with his left foot he square himself to Kai, his anger calmed and his mind reset.

“So, any other reason, other then my public display this morning, for talking to me?” He was blunt, as always, but wanted to move onto more serious training.

[Odin Reeves]

Odin took everything in full, absorbing his words before letting them flow out of his mind. He didn't care about the rest of the 'Varron' population, the only people in Varron that he cared about was his family. The student transfers from that school had become just as ignorant as those who took them in. Seeing one side of the issue before really getting a whole look at the situation.

When Kai brought up the phrase 'Sparring' Odin cracked a smile, on the inside. He figured that in a school like this, if he ever got into a sparring match it would quickly esculate. There was no way he'd be able to just let himself flow naturally while keeping his instincts under wraps. Thus, for him, sparring was an impossible task.

After Kai turned away, running toward his next class, Odin didn't even bother to give him a wave. Instead he turned back toward the heavy bag and began to circle the bag while releasing '1-2' combinations. Each punch he threw was a different variation of the technical design, each striking at odd, yet powerful, angles.