[ yeah, the machines are friggin' weird, he'll give you that. (... honestly, he's from an even earlier time point, technologically, than edmund, so. HE KNOWS THE FEELING, man.)
mako's busy half beating the shit out of a heavy bag. hands taped, feet bare, as he lays into the canvas with combinations of strikes using his hands and his legs. it's weird and — frustrating, to say the least, that he can't firebend when he practices, but mako'll just have to... make do. somehow.
he finishes of his set with a vicious high kick that lands somewhere in the "face" region of the punching bag, letting the force of the rebound push him back into a basic stance, bouncing just a little bit on the balls of his feet. mako watches edmund quietly as he wipes the sweat off his face with a towel, then starts applying a new dusting of chalk, before carefully offering a, ]
Free weights are in the next room over, if you're looking.
situation a. (AWW YEAH SWEATY MANLY TIME IN THE GYM /no laure stop you're embarrassing.)
mako's busy half beating the shit out of a heavy bag. hands taped, feet bare, as he lays into the canvas with combinations of strikes using his hands and his legs. it's weird and — frustrating, to say the least, that he can't firebend when he practices, but mako'll just have to... make do. somehow.
he finishes of his set with a vicious high kick that lands somewhere in the "face" region of the punching bag, letting the force of the rebound push him back into a basic stance, bouncing just a little bit on the balls of his feet. mako watches edmund quietly as he wipes the sweat off his face with a towel, then starts applying a new dusting of chalk, before carefully offering a, ]
Free weights are in the next room over, if you're looking.