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He felt it.

He felt the sheer power of his fists, he felt the satisfying crack with each punch, he felt the blood pumping in his veins.

He had it. He had the power to protect, to fight, to kill. He had the power to beat him. The Tyrant. The Leader. Himself.

He was a psycho drunk on power. He finally had it.

He just didn't realize how far the other had fallen.

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He threw each punch with fury, adrenaline pumping through his veins, welcoming bloodlust like an old friend.

The punching bag swung violently, cracking with each hit.

The door creaked, interrupting his internal silence.

"Uhm, s-sir?" The assistant said softly.

He wiped his brow, holding the punching bag still.

"Yes?"

"U-uh, h-he," she stuttered.

"Spit it out. I don't have all day."

"Sir," she restarted. "Sir, he's stable. He's woken up."