There's a large metal man in the courtyard...(OTA)

[metal_of_heart]

Lightly stepping across the stone Piotr moved like a man half his size, his grace prominently showcased with the aid of the sun beating down on his metal skin. Having long since ditched his shirt he was now rushing himself through a self made obstacle course, barefooted and wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweats for maximum movement.

He'd have loved to pretend that a certain small, and far too young American girl with brown hair and doe eyes wasn't on his mind...but no matter how hard he trained his mind kept her name on a loop. He needed a distraction.