where the others gave you scars

Her punches became more fevered, strong enough that the bag kept swinging backwards and she had to pause in between punches to steady it, which made her more frustrated, which in turn became more energy to blow through - “Man, what’d that punching bag ever do to you?” Volya yelped in surprise, grabbing the bag partially in fear and partially to stop it from slamming back into her, then whirled around to find Poe leaned against the door jam, his arms crossed lightly over his chest as he watched. “What are you doing up?”