05-31-2020, 06:01 PM
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While out on his travels , Ruslan had not encountered anyone that was considered a threat to him , so he hadn't the need to engage in combat . He wasn't able to do anything much that involved training or fighting ; he couldn't exactly haul around a punching bag . So , after he arrived in Los Santos , he figured that now was a better time than ever to brush up on his skills . He had managed to find an old training dummy and sit it upright in an abandoned building . The roof had halfway crumbled off , so some sunlight had filtered into the space , allowing for Ruslan to fully view his " opponent " .
With knuckles wrapped in protective bandages , he shifted into a combative stance with his fists up and his eyes fixated onto his target . He rolled his shoulders to rid his joints of any cracks and pops , and then proceeded to take a swing at the dummy . Upon impact , dust exploded into the air after months of not being used . Ruslan paused for a moment to exhale sharply , as the dust may have traveled into his airways . He wiped under his nose with his arm before landing another hit , and then another and another . Each strike was precise and swift ; it was obvious that Ruslan had a good amount of training under his belt . His stamina had likely been affected by many weeks without training , however , so his main goal was to rebuild it . You could never be too prepared , especially in a rogueish group like Los Santos , where the game was kill or be killed .
While out on his travels , Ruslan had not encountered anyone that was considered a threat to him , so he hadn't the need to engage in combat . He wasn't able to do anything much that involved training or fighting ; he couldn't exactly haul around a punching bag . So , after he arrived in Los Santos , he figured that now was a better time than ever to brush up on his skills . He had managed to find an old training dummy and sit it upright in an abandoned building . The roof had halfway crumbled off , so some sunlight had filtered into the space , allowing for Ruslan to fully view his " opponent " .
With knuckles wrapped in protective bandages , he shifted into a combative stance with his fists up and his eyes fixated onto his target . He rolled his shoulders to rid his joints of any cracks and pops , and then proceeded to take a swing at the dummy . Upon impact , dust exploded into the air after months of not being used . Ruslan paused for a moment to exhale sharply , as the dust may have traveled into his airways . He wiped under his nose with his arm before landing another hit , and then another and another . Each strike was precise and swift ; it was obvious that Ruslan had a good amount of training under his belt . His stamina had likely been affected by many weeks without training , however , so his main goal was to rebuild it . You could never be too prepared , especially in a rogueish group like Los Santos , where the game was kill or be killed .
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*:･ﾟ✦ — you never share your toys or communicate