03-02-2007, 01:48 PM
Hearing the smacks of the punching bag being hit, Shadow paused briefly in his workout, holding the barbell high over his chest and lifting his head. He saw a tall femme feline decked out in a black trench coat working the bag, her punches sending it swinging back and forth on its chain.
"Hm," was Shadow's only response to the girl's strength, immediatly returning to his benchpressing. He had already hit 200 reps and sweat was beginning to flow from his pores, dampening his fur and matting his clothes to his body.
"Hm," was Shadow's only response to the girl's strength, immediatly returning to his benchpressing. He had already hit 200 reps and sweat was beginning to flow from his pores, dampening his fur and matting his clothes to his body.