Having legs again - and not the weird, unbendy pony kind - was a cause for celebration. Roscoe was a physical guy. He liked his body the way it was, and that meant bipedal and tail-free ( Read more... )

Dante'd promised Alluka to teach her how to throw a punch. By the time the day itself rolled around, he actually regretted it; there were other things he wanted to be doing, like hang around his dorm room taking advantage of his new fridge, or maybe text Isabela and move up their date to go kicking around trouble on the other side of the Causeway ( Read more... )

A few days of getting adjusted and carving out some room from under the avalanche of roller blade parts (a mild exaggeration, admittedly), and Mayday was already getting a little anxious. The big part of that was being at school for a couple days and not having any classes yet. So she decided to deal with that the best way she knew ( Read more... )

It smelled nice outside. Like spring ( Read more... )

When April had sat down to think about her resolutions for the new year, coming to the gym more often wasn't on the list. She was all good on fitness. Getting out and talking to people more, making new friends, and scoring an invite to her very first high school party were much resolution-worthy goals ( Read more... )

Well, the weather was getting colder, and with it, some of April's natural energy was dwindling. It was a little bit harder to love every day like it was the best day ever during the time of year when she had to wear long pantsThe best way to keep her spirits high when they ordinarily would be down in the dumps was to get some exercise, so here she ( Read more... )

Kathy'd wanted a spar. Who was Dante to refuse? He hadn't had the chance to flex these muscles in at least a week, and that was absolutely tragic ( Read more... )

The past few instances of being in the gym hadn't gone really well for Flick. But, things had changed and he didn't want to leave the island without visiting it one more time. He wasn't going full out today because he didn't feel like he really had to. He was at the heavy bag, throwing a few easy punches while he circled around said bag ( Read more... )

If Flick wanted to be a Shadowhunter, he figured he'd have to really work on changing his fighting style. Being vicious had worked for him all this time but apparently, that wasn't going to work where he was headed. He'd been working with Isabelle over the past few months but he still hadn't really completely let go of what he'd learned ( Read more... )

Dipper decided today to do something healthy. Like work out with the weight machine to try to perform a bench press.

It wasn't working well. He could barely push the bar up.

If one listen closely, they could hear him mutter "Stupid. Noodle. Arms."

Hopefully no one else would be around to witness his humiliation.