Layla struck the bag again and again, at first it was with semi control punches and kicks, but it soon devolved into a frenzy of hits and slashes with her now exposed claws. Her breath came out in short pants and a sheen of sweat broke out across her skin, but she didn't let up. She kept at it until the bag was utterly destroyed. She then grabbed what was left and leaned heavily against it and panted, her vision a touch blurry. She took that time to try and come back to herself, she hadn't been this worked up in a while and she wasn't sure why.