Pulling himself up on a tree limb, his cloak and axes laid in a pile on the floor, along with his shirt and the body pack he normally wore. Xi was Pulling his weight up on the tree limb low hanging. Lifting his weight hard and fast his breath slow and long making sure to keep track fo teh ammount of pull ups he was doing. fourty-nine...fifty...fifty-one... Xi powered through sweat sliding off of him and glimmering as it slid down hsi chest. The scars adorning his body darker in colur than his normal skin. His beard trimmed back and kept to a light stubble showing the four scars beneath it. His brand on his chest forcing the sweat rolling down his chest to follow it;s shape around. Pulling his eight up faster and harder. He began to tire a little as he pulled his goal one hundred pull ups. he'd gotten over half way there. Well Xi nice work your building your muscles, more. This body needs to be in peak conditioning if it wants to use our power at it's highest potential. Xi now slowed his pull ups, delaying how fast he pulled up his weight, occasionally pausing at points which would cause huge tension and stress on his tendons, and muscles. This coupled with his weight of almost three hundred pounds. Causing him to have huge strain on his joints. Then dropping one arm he began lifting his weight with his right arm and back down then swapping to his left he repeated twenty times ten with each arm. Exhaling slowly, he dropped from the branch. One hundred pull ups done. Two hundred push ups. Dropping onto his face and catching his weight with his arms he began his push ups hard and fast. |