It had not been Sarah's intention of letting anything leak into their shared link. It was one of the most annoying things about being bonded. She wanted to have things stay in her own head. If she wanted to yell at him in her mind, then she should have the right and privacy to do so. It wasn't as though she was digging through his mind. Though, whenever he got hurt so did she. Any good kick to the ribs will make anyone double ever and curse their existence for a good five seconds.

Seeing Brock with his smirk, the same one she loved and hated all at once, and continue to stick around was putting her closer to the edge. Sarah was like a bomb, ready to explode from the slightest thing. He continued to push his luck with her. What? Did he like seeing her all pissy, upset and possibly ready to jump him? The damn man had to love it. No matter what Sarah did, he annoyed her for his amusement, but she had yet to find anything that caused the same reaction.

She clenched her hand, letting her nails sink into her palms and create crescent marks on her skin. Part of her was itching to land a blow to his face, regardless of hurting herself in the process. The other part rationed, if she touched him it might be game over. She might be the one to jump him, which wouldn't be good for her reputation at all.

"We both know how much you enjoy it, Brock. You haven't taken the edge off of anything, but you want to keep spewing shit, by all means..." she huffed, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head and tossed away, revealing the black sports bra she had underneath. Her lithe form glistening with a light layer of sweat.

Tried of hitting a bag rather than a person, she began to walk past him with the intent of asking or challenging one of the other soidlers for hand to hand workout.