Different combos popped up into my mind as I wailed away at the punching bag made of sand. The combination for the first bag was a jab, cross, a left hook, and then another cross. I executed them perfectly, dreading the punishment if I didn't.
When I finished with the first punching bag, I made my way to the second, still maintaining my stance. Though I was nervous, I didn't hold back; I hit the bag with the same power I had used on the first. My fist sank into the bag, impacting with a crisp clap. Relief washed over me when I realized it was sand.
Another combo popped into my mind. This time, I started with a cross, followed by a left hook, and then another cross. The bag sang with each impact of my fist. It was the only sound in the room. Alexa was sitting off to the side, watching with an unamused expression on her face. She was probably trying to keep a straight face so she didn't accidentally give away which bag was made of cement.
