You had always held back your anger. It was kept bottled up, lurking beneath your skin, just ready to pop out. And lately, it's been heard to contain it.

"You're weak." Scoffed a recruit, laughing with his buddies. "You can't even fight."

All that anger, all that rage. It came flooding out the moment the recruit opened his mouth. You pounce on top of the recruit, driving your fist down onto his face over and over again.

Blood poured, bones were broken. But it felt so good