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This isn't training.

This isn't a workout.

This is just...

Beating the shit out of things, really.

Demons.

FoH-ers.

Aliens.

Friends who might go bad.

Old enemies.

New enemies.

One two three turn kick punch.

There's music--cartlidge isn't silent when it breaks.

There's dancing--light on her feet.

She doesn't think.

She moves.

Bodies fall.

And her secret sin is this--

she loves it.