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[h1]Luke Schwarz | Manual Labor[/h1][/center]

Apparently, as Lauren was eager enough to explain as the duo-turned-trio dashed down the hall, no, the sudden appearance of Sangue Naga was not that of someone covered in blood, but instead her own weapon in the form of a bright red neurotoxin.

For the sake of his poor, burgeoning heart and mind, Luke elected to roll with it and not question how she could be so casually coated in a deathly venom.

[b]"Right. Dosh."[/b]

The drums were big and heavy by anyone's standard, and he could feel the sloshing of the fluids inside. Between the weight and the questionable balancing, lifting them was...

[color=fdc68a][i]I feel like I'm going to drop this thing.[/i][/color]

A challenge.

While he could get them up confidently enough, thanks to his experiences with deadlifting in his pre-enrollment training regime, carrying them was altogether another matter. How was Lauren...

The boy caught sight of his fellow pugilist eschewing the fight against gravity in favor of taking advantage of the cylindrical shape of the drums, and the lightbulb went off.

"[b][i]Oooooh[/i][/b]."

Well, far be it from him to not learn from her example. Setting the drum down on its side, he quickly procured another, and began rolling them towards the lift himself.