Role

Chapter 9

Sekope wipes the sweat from his brow, looking up momentarily he surveys
the land around him. Pile upon pile of neatly chopped wood is stcked in
a large clearing. Swinging the axe and embedding it in the stump before
him he pumps his arms several times "Pain is weakness fleeing the body".
He turns to a set of heavy whips lashed to a tree and begins to pump the
handles up and down rapidly sending wave after wave down the length of
the whips. Coming to a halt, he rapidly turns to a heavy long handled mace
and begins to swing it in a series of deliberate moves that flow from one
to another. Just as suddenly he stops reaching for the back of his head
frozen in time for a moment a faint whisper parts his lips "Gada Mace".
Shaking his head for a moment he stares at the mace before him while
grabbing a sheet of crumpled paper from the folds of his clothing. At the
top of the list is the word "Gymnasium" below this are the names of countless
cities, most have a red line through the name.

He just stands motionless for a time, before hitting the ground and beginning
a series of push-ups.