Michael Shado
Alor of Clan Shado
Ka'ra Keldab
It was cheating to use the mechanical arm in a work out session, and it didn't help that his only flesh and bone arm had metal fibers to assist in it's functioning. Still, Michael was in the gym section of the homestead, using his living arm to pull himself to a bar that was eight feet high. His body produced sweat more and more with each pull, his body working together to keep himself steady. The Mando worked out when things did not make sense, he worked out when he felt like it, and when it was time to keep his body in shape.
The clan had something good going, but it didn't keep from wearing down on Michael's own psyche to be a leader. Already one could see a few white hairs in his beard. Right now, he just needed to get away from it, needed to relax, needed something that kept him from thinking about what his role was in life. All he wanted right now was some peace and quiet, but as usual, fellow members of the clan appeared in the gym, getting ready for their daily routine.
"Oi, Alor, keep it going!"
One of them complimented him. In retrospect, Michael's body was nearly peak condition, and was hardened to withstand the brutal preoccupations of battle. It didn't, however, mean his mind was. In fact, he was a perfect example of a human being under stress right now. After hitting pull up number one hundred, he dropped, and caught his breath. His arm ached, but it would mean it would be well balanced with what Kent had done for him, a new, stronger arm.
Giving his vod a slight nod of the head, he exited the gym.
[member="Jezza Shado"]
It was cheating to use the mechanical arm in a work out session, and it didn't help that his only flesh and bone arm had metal fibers to assist in it's functioning. Still, Michael was in the gym section of the homestead, using his living arm to pull himself to a bar that was eight feet high. His body produced sweat more and more with each pull, his body working together to keep himself steady. The Mando worked out when things did not make sense, he worked out when he felt like it, and when it was time to keep his body in shape.
The clan had something good going, but it didn't keep from wearing down on Michael's own psyche to be a leader. Already one could see a few white hairs in his beard. Right now, he just needed to get away from it, needed to relax, needed something that kept him from thinking about what his role was in life. All he wanted right now was some peace and quiet, but as usual, fellow members of the clan appeared in the gym, getting ready for their daily routine.
"Oi, Alor, keep it going!"
One of them complimented him. In retrospect, Michael's body was nearly peak condition, and was hardened to withstand the brutal preoccupations of battle. It didn't, however, mean his mind was. In fact, he was a perfect example of a human being under stress right now. After hitting pull up number one hundred, he dropped, and caught his breath. His arm ached, but it would mean it would be well balanced with what Kent had done for him, a new, stronger arm.
Giving his vod a slight nod of the head, he exited the gym.
[member="Jezza Shado"]