Message #16857

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James, now sweating profusley, is on his 197'th push up, he has his machete lying blade upward where his neck would be if he let up 198....199...200 James flips to his feet grabbing his machete and proceeds to lob off the arms and head of a training dummy in two precise, fast moves, he then sheathes his machete and proceeds to repeat, from the start, the entire training cycle once more, not stopping to rest.

I must improve....I must improve were the words that kept flowing through his mind, all the while his face remained in it's usual, cold, uncaring expression.