- [ 2.5 ] -The thumping beat of Loki heart, drums about his ears. Its piston roars blaring with the same fervor as his own body. A toned striated frame, with extremities muscled and stretched in perfect accord. The crossed marine insignia sewn on his shirt stuck to his skin. Its cotton fabric reshaping to reveal a six pack. Heat emanates and boiled the air around him. The bubbling result producing an admixture of sweat, liliac and earthy herbs. As Loki races across the timber floors his muscles twitched. Rapid and strained against the joints that ached with every act. The workout routine was simple, with Loki, would punch a pea sized ball. Combining his innate fish-man strength and karate and forcefully impact the ball..
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You must be registered for see imagesThereafter, racing across the ground to ensure the rubber-ball never dropped. After each second punch, the dark-hair brigadier was to move three meters back. Forcing him to recalibrate the strength, angle, speed and precision of his punches. However, the marines weren't one to pussyfoot with physical education. Rather the standard ball he had received a specialized ball. One which had the consistency of a pool ball and needed twice the exertion of his own strength. Amplifying the power of subsequent hits. Their explosive pings ringing throughout the training ground. Exacerbating his task had been the tumultuous sea that crashed against the ship, disrupting his balance.