The rhythmic clangs of metal echoed through the hallways of the Theater, pulsing from the heart of the Veiled Threats gym. After several repetition chained that oddly specific beat, the clangs stopped, leaving a thin veil of sweat running over Avis' skin. It felt like her lungs had to claw at the air to drag it into her struggling chest, and her limbs felt like they'd been set through the forge. It was time to stop. It probably was past time to stop. Unfortunately, she wasn't done yet. If she collapsed into a sweaty mess on the ground like she wanted to then she'd be half paralyzed when she woke up tomorrow. It just wasn't an option. It wasn't even a matter of willpower. It was bending to the wind so that she wouldn't break.
Slowly, Avis heaved up onto her feet and began to go through a cool down routine, damp hair spilling into her face.