My halberd had been returned to the house sometime during my eventful dinner and evening, so as soon as I stepped up onto the porch I grabbed it and went straight out towards the back of the house, my anger bubbling to the surface.
I could - and I very much wanted to - just start pummeling these dummies with attacks that were filled with every ounce of strength I had just to try and pour this anger somewhere besides myself, but I also knew - from experience - that that would only make me angrier.
Such strenuous exercise without proper care for what I was doing would leave my body exhausted and my emotions just as turbulent as before, but there would then be that added layer of irritation that only made things worse.
