( * --- EDWARD MASTERSON )

Liam punched the punching bag, hard. Hitting it several times with one hand before stepping back and then taking a jab at it with his other hand. He shifted his feet back and forth before he made a few quick jabs again, letting out a breaths as he did so. He stepped back, put his hands up close to his face to guard it before he punched the bag with his right hand again. He paused and stepped back when he heard the gym doors open. 

Liam ran a hand through his hair, forcing his breath to go back to normal as he glanced towards the customer. “What can I help you with?” 

for once. In a way, he was actually starting to enjoy his life -- not enough to make him quit his relentless fight against the government, but still enough. “I was wondering if you wanted to train? You seem pretty.. fit.” He said, low. “Not train with our powers, but physical ability.” Well, he wasn’t looking for a real fight.

Kayleigh was wet, specifically a fell-in-the-lake wet. She stretched her out, enjoying how the breeze felt on her skin, until she noticed that she was dripping on someone. “Oh, sorry,” she apologized, tucking her arms back into herself. “I wasn’t paying attention. My bad.”

Edward approached the other flying person with a purpose -- to strike up a conversation on how she seemingly controlled her flight. However, he was met with a rather unpleasant drenching, on a small scale. “You seem happy. Are we finally getting out or something?”

Hunters fingers had only just healed from the tournament, where he had purposely broken them to gain pain. No one had wanted to train with a guy who had broken fingers but they had healed, and he found someone willing to train with him for today. 

They had just finished warming up, Hunter had pushed himself until his muscles gave him pain, kicking in his power. He gave the other a high five “Let’s do this thing, don’t hold back I can’t feel pain remember.”

Edward stretched his muscles out, preparing for his next fight against Hunter. He had to give it to the other, he could take a punch and a half. “Yeah, whatever. I get it.” He rolled his eyes, remembering his stint from the tournament. Can’t feel pain. It annoyed someone such as the redhead, someone who enjoyed causing pain to others. “You ready?”

“you can be so sweet when you want to be.”

“If you tell a soul, I’ll kill you.”