Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20140309042819/@comment-27825329-20140310023346

"Correct, it won't," Spectral smirked. "Certainly not anytime soon."

Standing behind him and ready to catch the weight if slipped -- because she doubted he'd be dropping it for lack of strength. If Spectral hadn't intervened that day, her brother would likely be seriously injured, probably by a combination of his own volitile attack and Thorald's fierce strike. For all her bravado that day, she'd had some serious joint pain in the arm that had blocked Thorald's attack. It still wasn't fully healed, which was way she had been tackling her yoga routines with renewed gusto.

She wasn't bothered by sweat. She sweated all the time. Everyone sweats. "You've got good muscles... for a peasant," she joked, leaning in close for intimidation factor. The crack didn't even make all the much sense, seeing as peasants do the work and thus would have the best muscles. She didn't care if the joke made sense. She just wanted him to get worked up about something as stupid as what she'd said and then laugh at him for it.