[center][h1][b][color=deepskyblue]Fitness Feya[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][b][color=cyan]Hold on-What?[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[sub][right][color=teal]Interacting with: [@ProPro][@Old Amsterdam][/color][/right][/sub]


[color=cyan] Feya tilted her head back, not sure what was transpiring in front of her. She did not expect to have an opinion on the possible training routine of the navy. She observed how both lieutenants acted. Even then, she witnessed how the grunts reacted to both workouts. She responded with an awkward smile; she only wanted to participate and see if anything could be added to her "Workout Guide," but it seemed she would have to settle an argument first. 

	She chuckled because she knew the best decision for building a toned body. She placed her hands on her hips. A breath of air came out of her lungs as she began to speak; however, Caesar spoke first. She expected him to answer in a way that would complement the more active lieutenant. He did not. 

	[color=deepskyblue]"This is not happening right now. There is no way you think this is exceptional!"[/color] The fitness woman shouted at Caesar. Feya threw her hands at the minions who swept the floors nonchalantly. [color=deepskyblue]"Listen to me! The way you are training these men is unacceptable! They are not going to flourish! Muscles need active movement! You need to break down your muscles so new muscles fibers can be made!"[/color] She informed the lazy lieutenant.      [/color]