Dragon (Hand to hand)

[Alan]

There was a thunderous set of booms in the single-occupied training room that Tracyn was in. There were three bags set around him, all in equal motion due to the contact that Tracyn was putting on them. He moved in a disturbing blur, an equal part of rage and an equal part of serenity. There were two at his side, and one at his front. He stopped them all after a moment, and spread his legs out as he stood still, waiting for a chance to strike.

He didn't need to use the force to empower his strength, a Jedi used but did not rely on the force. He slammed his palm forward to the one ahead, shifting the sand in it back and with an imprint in it. He turned on his heel, letting the shin of his foot crash against the one to his left in a mighty and powerful kick. He turned and pivoted on his foot, an elbow crashing into the final one. He turned to the one he had kicked, which was now in front of him. He sent a sharp knee, bringing his leg down low and back up, making it fly forward. He turned again, and let out a flurry of short-armed punches, and then rotated his body into the air, letting out a sharp drop kick to one bag, and pivoting to the final one, using the momentum of the drop kick to turn and heel kick the final one. The bags swung around, as Tracyn stood there, sweat dripping from his chest. He let out a snarl and grumbled something.

"That felt good."