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Post by avalanche on Jan 22, 2007 22:02:48 GMT -5
Dominic walked out onto the training ground in his well fitting athletic pants and matching, tight tank-top. Even his sneakers seemed to be made for the ensemble, and he looked, as usual, very well maintained. The look didn't belie the confident athleticism that he walked with, an animalistic grace stemming from years of greco-roman wrestling.
Across from him in the courtyard stood Lucas James, waiting for him to get into position. This training exercise would prove unique to both of them, and it would feel good to get some real work-out in on the island. Not only was this a chance to flex his power, but here was an opportunity to beat the crap out of Lucas. How could he resist?
“Alright alright alright, let's do this, Lucas.” He said, his voice carrying easily on the still air.
There was no pre-set signal, so Dom just launched himself into action. Quick as a hiccup, he leaped forward, sweeping his arms in an uppercut gesture, palms facing up. The earth before him splashed outward like a wave of liquid rock and sand. From the center of the Terran tsunami flew two great chunks of stone, each the size of a beach ball. They flew unerringly toward Impact, practice targets with a lethal mass.
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