One, two, three. Thud. Thud. Thud... The boxing glove-covered fist flies towards the punching bag and strikes it with a deep thud, almost tearing it from the chains that keep it in place. The heavy, metallic sound of impact resounds all over the gym - and you could tell just by the sound that it was Rhino who had thrown the punch. Each hit, a loud thud.

Rhino was a sight to see. Her muscles seemed ready to burst from her skin, her veins resembled a network of blue strings snaking up and down as she swung her huge fists. Once an amateur and now one of the best fighters in the city. Or at least that's what she liked to tell herself.

The gym looks like an old warehouse or a factory. A place where she enjoys being. It's her playground.. She glances at the time – a few minutes to spare and then it's time to fight some real opponent.