Chapter 4 — Ye Olde Large Lad Gets Serious
Chapter 4 — Ye Olde Large Lad Gets Serious The sun wasn't even properly awake. The Misfits were. Well... most of them. Inside the makeshift training camp, McFinleyyy was drinking coffee, Govna was looking for breakfast, WhizzAir was checking his drone batteries and Finholio was polishing something that probably didn't need polishing. Then came the noise. CLANG. Everyone stopped. CLANG. Quags looked up. CLANG. Quagmire sighed. “Oh no.” McFinleyyy nodded. “He's started.” From inside the gym came another enormous metallic CLANG. Ye Olde Large Lad was awake. --- He stood in front of the weights. Silent. Focused. Serious. The sort of serious normally reserved for people defusing bombs or trying to assemble IKEA furniture without instructions. He looked at the barbell. Then at himself in the mirror. He nodded. “Today...” He paused. “...we train.” He grabbed the bar. CLANG! The first lift. CLANG! The second. CLANG! The third. His muscles were working overtime. Sweat poured down h...