Zane POV
Waiting for news from my mate was nerve-racking. My dad told me to go to the gym and work off my excess energy. I spent over two hours there.
At first, I started by hitting the bag, left, right, right, right, left, I got a rhythm going, and I blocked everyone out and just kept hitting this dam bag, thinking of rogues and the bag became the rogue, left, right, left, left, left, right, I changed patterns every now and then, sweat pouring off of me.
Then some of the warriors came in all cocky and full of themselves, saw me hitting the bag, and after a while, one came over and broke my pace. This one guy grabbed the bag and held onto it, so I hit the bag harder and harder, till, in the end, the guy could hold the bag no longer.
‘Hey man, why don’t you go and have a few rounds with
