I am going to add bits of from Nights Arose hoping to whet your appetite for more:
A makeshift dummy hung from a low beam, a smile curved her lip after she cleaved it through. Picking a coal out of the dead kiln she wrote Cap'm St. James across its chest. She gave it a good shove, it swung to and fro like a corpse on the business end of a hangman's noose. She wrapped her knuckles in burlap and balled up her fists. Her strikes on the heavy bag, thumped in triplicate. Relief poured over her when she cracked her stiff neck, bouncing lightly on her toes. She planted her feet to add more power to her punches. Her next round landed square, punctuated with a high kick, hard enough to knock the effigies head off, if it had one. She limped away on a sore leg.