[center][b][color=ffbc57][sup][h1]H E L L F I R E[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=ffbc57][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T H E   S A N C T U A R Y[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]July 3[sup]rd[/sup], 2020  |  The Gymnasium[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]
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Stepping onto the gymnasium’s vinyl flooring, Andy and Magnus’ conversation was cut short before it could begin as their eyes settled upon a scene unlike any Andy had been expecting: Tachyus in basketball shorts, drenched in sweat and surrounded by what used to be training dummies. A small whistle of appreciation escaped Andy’s lips, making a note not to get on the demi-god’s bad side as he surveyed the full extent of the damage. Walking gingerly among the debris, a part of him wondered how fast you had to be moving to make [i]steel[/i] splinter, fragments of the dummies’ metal supports staring sharply at his exposed feet.

[color=fff79a][b]“Uhm... sorry. The training grounds on Themyscira are made of... sturdier stuff,”[/b][/color] said Tachyus, a sheepish smile on his face.

Andy could probably guess what was going through the demi-god’s head at the moment, what with him being the only one to require medical care out of a plethora of other, comparatively untrained teens. He seemed to have a lot in common with Juno in that regard; both spent their entire lives preparing for this sort of thing, and they both held themselves to a [i]really[/i] high standard. From what Andy could tell, this made their egos to grow large and wonky – so at times like these, when their foundations were cracked, it was better to give them support than to risk stoking the flames.

[color=ffbc57][b]“Oh, don’t sweat it, man,”[/b][/color] responded Andy, meeting the demi-god’s small smile with his own. [color=ffbc57][b]“You were just, uh… just letting your frustrations out. I get it. No biggie. Guess we should probably get some of those holographic dummies the League uses, though, huh?”[/b][/color] 
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