Aeacus stood on the almost white sand, tall and dangerous, as she scanned the dark beach. The black water turning into white foam as it crashed onto the sparkling silver sand that glinted in the moonlight. The shiny specks in the water and sand seemed to match the glittering stars above on this warm and cloudless night. Aeacus had the familiar black rag just under eyes and streched to her neck. She was draped in a long and flowing black trench coat, matching black, billowy shirt, pants, gloves and boots. Her long mutli-colored hair flew behind her gently and her stunning yellow eyes with a blood red ring around the yellow seemed to glow in the night. Along the beach were tall, human shaped sandbags held up by sticks. Drawing her silver long sword from a hidden sheath, she kicked off the ground and shot off towards the handmade targets. Aeacus' large black and red demonic wings stretched and flapped faster than the normal eye could see. All you could see was a black blur zip through the targets and shatter them.
Flawlessly, Aeacus sped at the targets and attacked each viciously as she would if they were real. As her silver sword sliced the bag cleanly, red sand poured from the tan bags and spread in the air before falling to the sand with the broken target. There was twenty or so targets in all along the beach, and as Aeacus stopped at the end, none were left standing or intact.
Aeacus didn't even break a sweat and she seemed a dangerous creature as she stood tall, her sword at her side. This was just practice, and a little therapy to get our some anger that would be constently stored inside of her. Aeacus stood and scanned the beach and woods beside it, thinking she heard something. Someone was watching, she was sure of it. She awaited for them to make an appearance.