Originally Posted by GGG
"Oh, you're managing," he replied immediatelty after dodging a spontaneously released pendulum,"you seemed tired, momentarily," and evaded several projectiles. He certainly wasn't competitive- regarding his friend, or generally- and often concerned himself with the other's well-being, regardless his occasional inability to perservere himself; this was universal to those attending this training. Suddenely the resolution of the layout had presented itself, quavering subtely in the intense heat which radiated about the proximity.
"Almost!"
(You've been consistently absent, I'm continuing).
The two simultaneously exerted the remnants of respective endurance with evasion of multiple obstructions in rapid succession, and finally established contact with the leering, metallic, gateway, Drake to Kiegen's posterior. Kiegen ceased sprinting and collapsed to his knees, acknowledging the termination of the day's training, head up to the grey atmosphere, while Drake appeared unaffected; Kiegen was clearly quicker, and alactricious, and Drake was far stronger, phsyically, (which was ironic considering muscle mass is aportioned equally, antomically). He offered the 'victor' assistance, attempting to conceal his subtle disappointment, "We'll see about that in the weight room tomorrow."
"You certainly will," Keigen concieved. "I'll accompany the others in the showers now," he recooperated stoicaly, elongating upright, imperceptably grimancing, and eyed Drake pensively, "What will you engage in?"
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