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[color=red][h2]September 7th[/h2][/color]
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The sounds of metal meeting ice filled the empty arena as Arthur skated back and forth across the rink guiding the puck as he went.  It wasn't uncommon to see him like this.  It was quite often that he would be practicing when others slept, and he was usually the first one to practice anyway.  But today was different, far different than your average day.  Not just because he seemed to be stronger and faster than before but because he had just survived some sort of a bombing and was up and better in a matter of days.  Just 5 days ago Arthur was laying in a hospital bed drifting between unconsciousness and pure pain.  And today he felt not just healthy but better than before the attack.  Arthur was always an athletic kid but this felt like weights had been taken off his body just before a game like his lungs were just full of air. His senses felt more in tune as well, all around he felt amazing.  Which is probably why he was so eager to get back to training even if his team had canceled practice until things settled down a bit.  The whole rink was even supposed to be closed off to everyone, especially him, But it always pays to be friends with the janitor of the building.  

Arthurs mind then drifted to that day and what had happened.  It was like any other day he supposed.  The sun was out on a rather unsuspectingly beautiful day leaving a great run ahead of him before he had classes that day.  Well, that was how the day was supposed to go until an explosion ruined that plan.  One minute Arthur was running around the campus as many of the athletes did when there was a sudden rumble across the ground.  The next thing Arthur knew he went from running to being flat on his back seizing from the gas that now surrounded him.  The pain in those moments had been almost unbearable for the young man as he laid there writhing in pain.  Lucky however it didn't take long for him to get excused from the hospital though which was a positive.  It was probably something he should have questioned a bit more than just accepting the fact that the doctors said he was fine now and could leave.  But he wasn't exactly complaining about an excuse to leave the hospital early and get back to the ice.  This brought him back to his current position standing on center ice having already completed most of his training for the day without breaking a sweat. [color=00aeef] “That's enough ice work for today.  I guess I work on the bag.”[/color]  

After changing out of his pads and skates Arthur found himself in front of a heavy bag dancing around it as he let loose a few punches in quick combos.  Left-right left-left Right.  He said in his head as his punches slammed into the bag with more and more force.  If he was honest this was some of his favorite work during practice.  As his coach had said in the past, Arthur enjoyed fighting a little too much when it came to game time.  Though that did have the added effect of giving the team that bit of energy they needed and was always a good show for fans.  But as Arthur kept punching he felt a burning sensation in his back that kept heating up.  Finally, however, he felt the burning subside as he heard a tearing sound.  As his head turned he was met with the truly terrifying sight of a giant spider-like leg stabbed into the bag just above his fist.  

[color=00aeef]“Oh fuck!”[/color]  he yelled immediately, falling to the floor and trying his best to scoot away from the leg that kept following him back.  Finally stopping Arthur looked in the mirror he had stopped just beside.  Tilting his head in disbelief Arthur looked in a mix of shock and confusion as there wasn't just one but four legs sticking out of his back.  As he moved to get up he was surprised to see the legs stab into the ground and bring him to his feet rather than needing to use his hands.  Pausing for a second focusing on not moving a single muscle he noticed the legs did the same.  Looking over at the punching bag that was now pouring sand out in a small trickle.  Tilting his head slightly Arthur moved in front of the bag raising his hands in a boxing stance and began to envision himself or rather the legs punching for him.  Just as his mind would command his arms the legs began to launch forward in the same combo his punches had used earlier.  Stepping back for a moment Arthur admired his work of the bag now riddled with holes.  Looking between the four legs Arthur let out a small laugh thinking of everything this meant.  [color=00aeef]“Now how do I put you back?”      [/color]