by Null » Mon Jan 28, 2019 11:08 pm
Will nodded, appreciatively, and then took his place in front of the super strength equipment.
His ready stance wasn't anything like Aiden's -- it was much more straightforwardly boxing influenced, elbows tight in to his body, fists in front of his face.
He bobbed and weaved a bit, throwing out some tentative jabs at the machine -- jabs light enough not to register on the super-strength calibrated instrument.
Then, lightning-quick, he pivoted on one foot, and swung a right cross. As he did, his arm swelled up mightily, muscles ballooning out to Liefeldian proportions in mid-swing. His left side shrank in proportion, creating added momentum behind the punch as the rapid shift of weight altered his center of gravity.
The punch landed with a solid thud, as the readout hit 60%. Just as quickly, Will's arm came back to normal size as he entered a defensive stance once again.
"Looks like they feed you boys better down there than they do up here," Will laughed.