Sweat dripped from Lua's forehead - the training was intense. Lua, in his isolation, had started training his body. Although he had felt that it was unnecessary beforehand, with the changing climate of the world, he was certain that it was no longer the case. He knew that he would be getting more and more opponents in the future, much stronger than the ones he was currently fighting, and when that happened, sheer overwhelming force wouldn't cut it. The Crimson Demon was unreliable, and Sol was unresponsive.
His opponent, Vision, wore a tank top and relatively thick tops. His muscular form, which was hidden under his clothing before, shined under the brilliant sun. In the past few weeks, Lua had come to realise that this man's military training was no joke. He excelled in physical, ranged and weapon combat. There was no telling where his skills ended.
"Stop getting distracted." Vision said, punching square into Lua's face.
