Post by Ichiro Yoshi on Jul 13, 2013 1:03:15 GMT
Was the question Hiro was asking himself, while he dangled upside down from one leg. He'd come to the gym on recommendation, hearing that it was a good place to work out the various kinks. Head to the gym, exercise, stretch, work your frustrations out. While Hiro wasn't exactly overwhelmed with frustrations, he definitely felt like he was getting close. His work on the border had worked almost too well; he probably knew the outline of this place better than most of the other Shifted. Didn't make the experience any less stressful, and his near capture experiences weren't helping manners either.
So to the gym, where Hiro had spent the better part of an hour hitting and kicking a punching bag. He'd then hit the balancing beam, stretching and moving. he was finding that the more he did stuff like that, the more he could, well, do stuff like that. Beforehand, the various moves and exercises were a sort of unconscious reflex; Hiro could do them, so long as he didn't stop to think too hard about it. But now he was starting to remember bits and pieces of his training, certainly enough to start actually performing the various moves.
Hiro had even sprung from the rings and landed nearly perfectly. That was when he'd landed in what appeared to be the trap, and soon found himself being yanked off his feet and into the air. He barely had time to think, let alone do anything about it. Now he bobbed in place, blinking with shock and trying to figure out why exactly there was a booby-trap attached to the gymnastics equipment. Worse, Hiro wasn't sure that there wasn't more of it just lying around.
"If only I had my swords," he muttered, looking up at the rope. It looked pretty thick, but he might be able to untie it. He tried curling up, hoping that he made it. Of course, things would be even easier if someone just so happened to walk in about now.
So to the gym, where Hiro had spent the better part of an hour hitting and kicking a punching bag. He'd then hit the balancing beam, stretching and moving. he was finding that the more he did stuff like that, the more he could, well, do stuff like that. Beforehand, the various moves and exercises were a sort of unconscious reflex; Hiro could do them, so long as he didn't stop to think too hard about it. But now he was starting to remember bits and pieces of his training, certainly enough to start actually performing the various moves.
Hiro had even sprung from the rings and landed nearly perfectly. That was when he'd landed in what appeared to be the trap, and soon found himself being yanked off his feet and into the air. He barely had time to think, let alone do anything about it. Now he bobbed in place, blinking with shock and trying to figure out why exactly there was a booby-trap attached to the gymnastics equipment. Worse, Hiro wasn't sure that there wasn't more of it just lying around.
"If only I had my swords," he muttered, looking up at the rope. It looked pretty thick, but he might be able to untie it. He tried curling up, hoping that he made it. Of course, things would be even easier if someone just so happened to walk in about now.
