Training At Unnatural Gravity

[Mr. Kaar]

((OoC: Character Development thread, please dont post.))

It was not easy for Leon to bribe this out of Mr. Asiv. Hell Asiv was careful about who he let into that room on the fourth floor in the fourth building, but to ask to use the testing room, because of its gravitational properties was kinda extreme even for Asiv to aprove. But Leon's passion for combat and becoming stronger led to the ok for him to use it. Why does the test room have gravitational properties? Well its a test room, they want to test the drugs effects under every possible curcomstance. Though it was only a 5 times gravity increase to the normal gravity, it was still pretty bad ass.

Leon stood in the middle of the room and nodded to the window that seemed to only be one way as he couldn't see anyone behind it, but immedietly he felt the effects. Every muscle in him flexed and held against it. He thought for sure something was going to dislocate, then he'd really be screwed. He dropped to his knees, or more to the poitn was forced to his knees, the landing was vicious and painful for his knees, but that wasn't all, he fell forward and caught himself by the hands. This felt way too heavy. What the hell is this feeling? Oh thats right helplessness. What to do? Lay down.

He lay completely flat on his stomach, and brought his arms in under him, then pulled his feet together. Whats this? He was getting in position to do a push up? Yep. But only one, as strained and back breaking the work for one push up was, he wanted to be able to do 10 before he left the gravity.

[Mr. Kaar]

Pushing with all the force in his arms against the ground from a laying position against his own weight times 5. Which would be 725 lbs. Sweat already building up, and he was only 1/3rd of the way off the ground for 1 full push up. He was still forcing his way up, almost to half way. His right elbow faltering for a second. Nothing was shaking because of the resistence, he had to keep pushing, had to do it. But no, he failed. Falling to the ground from maybe a foot in the air, was still pretty harsh. Also he hit with his head. A nice blow and it cut him pretty good too. He lay there panting for a little bit. The weight made it difficult to even use his muscles to breath. This was insane.

Why was he even training? He doesn't have to fight anymore... He's getting merried. Hes gonna have a family, there is no reason to fight besides to protect his family... Maybe thats it. Maybe he was afraid he wasn't strong enough. He lay there spralled out, his body relaxed as he caught his breath. Determination returning to his face. Maybe he was setting his standerds too high. One can't expect to go in and do it without a problem. So, his new goal would be just one push up.

His left hand would clench as he pulled in again to set himself up for it. He pushed through the strain again. His muscles bulging throughout his body as he lifted himself fromt he ground. The blood rolling down his face and dripping to the floor from the cut. Sweat beeds being pushed downward. Half way up, he just needed to straighten out his arms, slowly so not to make any... breaking habbits. Anyways, as he straightened out he reveled int he feeling of accomplishing a goal. Now all he had to do was crawl over and turn off the gravity. Todays trainign was over.

[Mr. Kaar]

He crawled over to the pedistal that controlled the gravity incase you are alone when training. and leaned up against it. He decided against turning it off. He wanted to spend the whole day in the room. The more used to it he is, he figured the easier it would be to move. His gloves where about three and a half lbs outside of the room, in here they are almost 20 pounds a peice. So that would be a good exercise. Lifting his arms up repeatedly in this inhanced gravity while he sat there. It began to get difficult after a few good lifts. He continued on though. and then something sparked in him... It was a dream he had not too long ago.

'Ark even haunts my dreams now...'

It wasn't so much a terror as one would think, but it was intense. Leon had a rivalry with the man not too long ago, or what Leon thought was a rivalry and was most likely just a joke taking mental form. He had faught said creature in his dreams, the battle was unimaginable. And he needed to train himself from this day forward for his encounter with that creature in physical form. So he needed to stand up and get to the real training.

Once he staggered to his feet, knees trying to buckle, he was unable to get them to full extention. But he was standing. So he began to throw slow punches, as if he where a beginner to even moving in a punching manner. He would keep such movements up for the rest of the day, or until he passed out from over exertion, whichever came first.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon walked back into the room the next day. Completely ready bracing himself as the gravity was turned on. His leg muslces pumped up to full flex. He wasn't going down today, hell no. He kept himself standing. Fighting against it some slips of breath through his clenched teeth could be herd. His entire body was tense. He was bent by his knees, arms, waste, and head. His hair was being pushed down even. He slowly raised his head and looked forward with a seriouse glare in his dark blue eyes.

"Punch..."

He visualized an apponent that could stand in the gravity with ease, like it was normal. He was focusing on throwing a punch. Just standing there was starting to take effect on his muscles. He started to think though, his mind wandering to his soon to be wife... He remembered how strong he used to be in battle. He felt weaker. Like he was held back. He shook his head best he could in this condition. He reached his fist back and threw a jab. It dropped to his side immediatly after that. That would not do. He went to do it again, and again. Continueing.

Punch, punch, upper cut, jab, right hook. Slow and easy, for the most part. He was completely flexed, at his limits physically. But this is where he strives. In that point where he is going beyond what his body can take, to destroy himself to get better. His eyes grew more focused as he threw more punches trying to force himself to punch faster, and act like the gravity wasn't about to break his knees. Act like it wasn;t so crushing he couldn't even raise his chest to breath.