04-14-2021, 02:24 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— It was early in the morning; the sun had only risen an hour ago, though it was tucked away behind a blanketing of pale gray clouds. A gentle frozen rain dusted the mountainside - an obvious sign that spring was coming, considering that it was not falling as snow. Colt found himself on the bank of a small, trickling stream, not far from the lodge itself. He'd positioned himself in a combat stance, his sharp brown gaze glued to his own reflection in the water below. For a few minutes, he would shadowbox, watching his form in his reflection and making corrections as needed. After a bit, he would drop to the ground and rep out around fifty pushups. Once that was done, he was back up again, shadowboxing once more. Rinse, wash, repeat - over and over, until sweat was beading on his forehead despite the cold.
Combat training was quite the stress relief for Colt. That might have come as a surprise, considering he'd been forced to train for hours on end, day in and day out, since he was a toddler. Most would think that he'd be tired of it, itching for a break. But it was quite the opposite, actually; he enjoyed the routine, the familiarity. It brought him comfort, let him block out his thoughts for a little while and take out his aggression in a healthy way. He didn't have the same resources at the lodge that he did in the Ring, but that was alright - he still enjoyed the training. Besides, he needed to keep his skills sharp.
After his fifth round of shadowboxing, the mercenary would pause, letting out a breath and allowing his muscles to relax. With a sigh, he sat down on a nearby boulder, grabbing his water bottle from beside him and taking a long drink. He would rest for a few minutes before it was time for his second cycle.
Combat training was quite the stress relief for Colt. That might have come as a surprise, considering he'd been forced to train for hours on end, day in and day out, since he was a toddler. Most would think that he'd be tired of it, itching for a break. But it was quite the opposite, actually; he enjoyed the routine, the familiarity. It brought him comfort, let him block out his thoughts for a little while and take out his aggression in a healthy way. He didn't have the same resources at the lodge that he did in the Ring, but that was alright - he still enjoyed the training. Besides, he needed to keep his skills sharp.
After his fifth round of shadowboxing, the mercenary would pause, letting out a breath and allowing his muscles to relax. With a sigh, he sat down on a nearby boulder, grabbing his water bottle from beside him and taking a long drink. He would rest for a few minutes before it was time for his second cycle.
━━━━━━━ THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY
HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧