[center][h1][b][color=deepskyblue]Fitness Feya[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][b][color=cyan]Let’s See Your Workout Plan[/color][/b][/h3][/center]


[color=deepskyblue]    Fitness Feya worked the muscles in her forearm. She easily could bench-press ten of her. Lifting her body on the scale of the ship proved an easy feat for the body builder. Once she stepped aboard, she wished to find the person responsible. Specifically, she wanted to speak to the navigator. 

The physician first noticed the ship crawling with armed men. They busily ran around the deck of the ship. Currently, no available assumptions or theories were made by Feya. She kept her focus on the fact that they interrupted a significant race. The woman did not recognize her own crew was in danger.

One particular guy spotted the muscular woman and sold her out to the rest. Whoever was near the vicinity stopped their current actions and raised their weapons. Feya crossed her arms and her eyebrows pointed to her nose. The woman became agitated the welcoming committee was not very...welcoming.

[color=cyan]“I’m not supposed to be here? Your boat should watch where it’s going! Who’s the navigator? Who’s in charge around here?”[/color] Feya threw his arm back to further demonstrate her anger. Her nostrils flared and her finger randomly pointed at the twenty men surrounding her. [color=cyan]“Is it you? How about you? You’re out of shape, it must be you!”[/color] Her finger fixated at a man with a corpulent stomach. 

Her accusations and questions struck but hit nothing. The men barely listened to her. Their commitment relied on striking and possibly killing Feya. The fitness woman cracked the knuckles in her right hand one by one. [color=cyan]“Okay, boys. Let me see if your captain applied a worthy workout regimen.”[/color] She cackled loudly. 

Immediately, she utilized the muscles in her calves to launch herself into the air. During her air time, she stretched her arm to the sky. Feya timed herself appropriately due to the distance ranging from the deck of the ship to the air. Down and down she descended until she landed on the floor. With her feet touching the ground, she delivered a punch worthy of creating a shockwave to the floor. 

Using this time as a distraction and a means of making the army of men stumble, she rushed to the nearest group of sailors to deliver a potent roundhouse kick. [/color]