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[center][h3][b][color=cyan]Preparation![/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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[color=cyan][color=deepskyblue]	"I wouldn't go so far as to call it hospitable in forcing others into contests, but it is better than the latter,"[/color] Feya tuned in. She listened to Bullet Bill's words as he scoffed. Though Feya wished to compete, if her crewmates were to disagree, they would have had to fight. The fitness woman took account of the forty hours needed for the log pose. That was very generous information given to them. Bullet Bill might have been a bit over-confident, but he demonstrated fairness. 

	Or so he was showing at the moment. The subordinates of Bullet Bill did not move until both RR and KK's crew moved closer. If Bullet Bill called it, everyone could become severely hurt. Before taking any other step forward, Feya leaned back onto the ground. She pressed her hands against the floor and moved them behind her walk. In order to succeed in the games, she needed to train as much as she could before arriving at the destination. 

	The woman proceeded to crab-walk along with her crew. Her palms were becoming dirty and ashy from the floor. Supporting her weight and trying to follow everyone's speed was becoming a nuisance. Fortunately, they arrived at a gate and Feya's hands were met with a nice, smooth floor. She dropped down and sat on the floor; taking a few breathing exercises, she didn't take the chance to notice the scenery around her. 

	[color=deepskyblue]"Hey, Slick and Kite! I left my weights at home. I need to bench press you guys."[/color]   [/color]