Post by William Fletcher on May 17, 2008 21:02:25 GMT 1
A fist slammed into the concrete wall beside him as he stood in the gym, having just taken a short moment to sip some water from a bottle he had kept in the zipper bag he kept to hand for when he came here, holding a towel and other amenities that he needed after his workouts...
"Fuckin' little runt stole that win fae me, even if it w's down tae bein' faster and mair skilled...."
A tentative voice spoke up nearby, one of the older males who trained in the gym yet still maintained a cautious nature around the fierce Irishman, and dared to speak against him in whatever capacity for the circumstance...
"Well, you -have- bulked up so much that your speed is almost non-existant, Will..."
"Aye, but who gie's a fuck about speed when power rules..?"
"Will, you're probably the biggest guy here, and definitely the strongest, there's no doubt there, but think about it, if you can't hit someone, what -can- you do?"
Not the best thing to say to him at the moment, Will immediately pushed away from the wall, tossing down the water bottle before standing head and shoulders over the other man, his enormous form towering over him before he spoke, calm-sounding but with a malice laced in it, and his words so clearly pronounced that only the faintest hint of his accent lingered...
"Destroy them when I can catch them. Would you like to test that theory?"
Careful not to aggravate the superior combatant in front of him, even with his own speed advantage, the man took a step or two back before tilting his head down in a subservient motion, incandescently ironic and unintended, "You've got the most potential I can imagine, Will, I just suggest that you remember your weakness against your immeasurable strength."
Narrowing his eyes, he turned from the older male with a snort from his nostrils, zipping the bag again and turning to stride clearly into the main area, bypassing the apparati that sat around them and instead walking into one of the 'boxing' rings that sat in the centre for the more interactive training patrons. Those who lifted weights increased their power, those who sprinted and things increased their speed, Will had endurance and absolute power, he lacked speed, but to him, it didn't matter. He needed to know if a fluke had occurred in being unable to beat the guy he'd fought in the tournament. The race for the captainship depended on it.
Clearing his throat without an audible sound, he spoke loudly to every patron in the gym, "Right, I'm lookin' f'r a fight, so if one o' ye is quick oan yer feet, come oan up here and gie's a run!"
It was obvious what he aimed to do. He wanted to prove to himself that speed wasn't the aim of the game. That power could surpass all, as he had believed and still did, and if someone in this gym could step up to that challenge, then all the better for him.
"Fuckin' little runt stole that win fae me, even if it w's down tae bein' faster and mair skilled...."
A tentative voice spoke up nearby, one of the older males who trained in the gym yet still maintained a cautious nature around the fierce Irishman, and dared to speak against him in whatever capacity for the circumstance...
"Well, you -have- bulked up so much that your speed is almost non-existant, Will..."
"Aye, but who gie's a fuck about speed when power rules..?"
"Will, you're probably the biggest guy here, and definitely the strongest, there's no doubt there, but think about it, if you can't hit someone, what -can- you do?"
Not the best thing to say to him at the moment, Will immediately pushed away from the wall, tossing down the water bottle before standing head and shoulders over the other man, his enormous form towering over him before he spoke, calm-sounding but with a malice laced in it, and his words so clearly pronounced that only the faintest hint of his accent lingered...
"Destroy them when I can catch them. Would you like to test that theory?"
Careful not to aggravate the superior combatant in front of him, even with his own speed advantage, the man took a step or two back before tilting his head down in a subservient motion, incandescently ironic and unintended, "You've got the most potential I can imagine, Will, I just suggest that you remember your weakness against your immeasurable strength."
Narrowing his eyes, he turned from the older male with a snort from his nostrils, zipping the bag again and turning to stride clearly into the main area, bypassing the apparati that sat around them and instead walking into one of the 'boxing' rings that sat in the centre for the more interactive training patrons. Those who lifted weights increased their power, those who sprinted and things increased their speed, Will had endurance and absolute power, he lacked speed, but to him, it didn't matter. He needed to know if a fluke had occurred in being unable to beat the guy he'd fought in the tournament. The race for the captainship depended on it.
Clearing his throat without an audible sound, he spoke loudly to every patron in the gym, "Right, I'm lookin' f'r a fight, so if one o' ye is quick oan yer feet, come oan up here and gie's a run!"
It was obvious what he aimed to do. He wanted to prove to himself that speed wasn't the aim of the game. That power could surpass all, as he had believed and still did, and if someone in this gym could step up to that challenge, then all the better for him.