Description: A place for the nazi's to kill time, hit people or punching bags. Work out on the equipment, hit more people or punching bags. Not really much to say about this place other than its usually full of Nazis
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Standing up, the giant Nazi finished wrapping his hands in bindings, even since being turned he felt the need for these small things. If not for anything else, it would stop his knuckles from piercing through the reinforced bag that was built to handle supernatural strength. He was in his usual attire, a dark grey colored singlet with cargo pants and his boots. What he really wanted to do was get out there and crack some heads, but alas there was nowhere for him to be other than here. His bunk with the rest of these Nazis was much too small to stay in all day. Besides, he preferred it here where all that mattered was his next punch landing with a good solid thud on the bag.
So it went on that fist after fist came down on the bag with calm and fluid grace. No sound apart from the other Nazis mingling and using the equipment and the bag being hit. The only real sound that mattered to Gerolf was his calm breathing. The bag rattled in its position, but it was firmly bolted down and so there was really no need to wait for it to swing back at him. So there was really no delay at all between punches...
His green eyes moved with the rhythm of the punches but his mouth didn't move from its set line, he breathed regularly through his nose but that was just a force of habit that he hadn't gotten over since he had turned. This beating into the bag only lasted for about half an hour before he grew bored, he bagan stretching out the muscles he'd been using, another force of habit he hadn't grown out of even after all these years. Baer moved through all the equipment, watching each Nazi throw themselves into the task at hand. "Anyone care for a round or two?" he questioned in casual German as though the person he was asking was right next to him. He knew everyone in the room would have heard with their supernatural hearing but only saw two get up and step away from the equipment they'd been using.
Gerolf nodded his approval as he began sizing them up, one seemed lean and agile while the other if he recalled correctly based most of his attacks on kicks. It had been awhile since he'd taken on this one, but nonetheless he had taken him on in the past and had a vague idea as to how this fight was going to turn out.
When they were ready he moved to the mats toward the back of the room, more as a sound proof thing than a safety thing. He took his boots off before he moved onto them and watched as the other two did likewise. "Best of three? one on one, or both on me?" Baer asked with an air of indifference. He really didn't care what the odds were, it was much better than hitting the bag as he had been, moving targets, targets that could feel pain. He felt a grin come to his face as he awaited an answer. The other two looked at each and confirmed the latter, "Both then" came the reply in thick German from the smaller of the three.
They each circled, the one with the kicking fighting style attempting to get in behind him, which was dealt with with the constant circling. It went on fora few seconds before the smaller one went in low, sweeping his foot to try and take out his legs or at least stagger him. Gerolf grinned slightly before kicking his right leg out backwards to catch the nazi behind him just above his kneecap, which effectively staggered him but didn't stop the opposing foot from arcing up and smacking into the side of his head with a resounding thud. He hadn't expected the kick but used it to fall on top of the one trying to take out his legs. Right hand across the guy's face and using his knee to keep him down, Gerolf caught the next knee that came his way from the guy behind him with a wild swing of his left elbow, which put him off balance for long enough to punch the nazi beneath him, once square in the face and once in the gut. For which he received on in the shoulder.
He would have laughed at the attempt to fight back, but alas he was struggling to hold him down. The next kick came for the giant Nazi's chest, which was acknowledged with a knee as he stood up suddenly and used the backwards momentum he just put the guy in to put him off balance and further by grabbing him by the shirt and flipping him over his knee for his back to slap onto the mat.
He had gotten lucky, he really thought that he'd be put on his arse but the presence of the other Nazi might have been putting the Nazi with the kicking style off. Either way, it was an added bonus that he didn't complain about. After a few seconds to allow them back up they threw themselves at each other again.
Subject: Training room