Marco continued with his display, wondering just why it was that she wasn't interested. And after a while, the 'why isn't she interested' started to turn into 'fucking bitch should be begging for me!!!' His temper getting the better of him, Marco's showy shadow boxing became the real deal; him literally 'imagining' someone in front of him, pounding, ducking, bobbing and weaving, blocking imaginary shots. He was in a zone of pure concentration, and one that he wasn't going to get out of until either he calmed down or...<br/><br/><em>Bam!!</em><br/><br/>"SONOFA-"<br/><br/>Marco grabbed at his hand that seemed to have smashed itself against a rock, grimacing in pain.