<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1, Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fields and Shooting Range<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 1246 Hours<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Roman Kalani, Arthur Taylor<br/><hr/><br/>Four words succinctly explained just how Victor saw Roman Kalanli right now: Marching on the Spot.<br/><br/>There was just no other way to put it. He would have understood Jogging as a unit, like they did in the Marines, where the drill sergeant would shout out a meaningless shanty in a running rhythm. He would have understood marching practice. He would have understood running in place. It was actually very good for core and leg exercise. But... Marching? Seriously? In place? What were they, a marching band?<br/><br/>But, despite his feeling that he would look ridiculous doing this, he began moving. A scowl on his face, revenge in his mind, but he did as instructed. He was half expecting nobody else to follow suit, but when everyone else did, he felt less foolish. Not a whole lot less, but a token was what counted.<br/><br/>Once that was over, Victor smiled. He had been doing pull-ups and crunches since he had been knee-high to a grasshopper. While five minutes of Pull-ups would be interesting, he was confident that he could make it. Five minutes of crunches would be a walk in the park by comparison, and the run around the track was the lightest. He moved over to the crossbars and he jumped lightly up to grip the bars in a overhand grip, the most challenging and his back and biceps flexed and he pulled up quickly, letting himself down slowly, and repeating the process, keeping count under his breath. He didn't concentrate on anybody else, not even the two that were beside him as he worked up to ten, twenty, thirty. He was getting slow and his muscles burning by the time he dropped down, releasing the bar panting at thirty-five. A respectable amount. He rested on his haunches for few seconds before drawing himself up to his full height, stretching his back and arms before moving over to where Roman had indicated for them to do the crunches. He set his behind and feet firmly on the ground before starting, moving slowly. Moving quickly was for people who needed to lose weight in that area, moving slow was to strengthen the muscles themselves, less dedicated towards burning calories and more dedicated towards building muscle. He counted up to 50 and then lost count, feeling his core burning like fire. He kept going for another sixty seconds before stopping. He hadn't been used to marathon workouts. He normally would have done fifty then rested, then two more sets of fifty. But by dictating time for them to do this instead of the amount of reps he wanted to see, he had called for a marathon.<br/><br/>Victor drew himself to his feet, flexing his back and then settling beside Arthur, like a coach would," C'mon bro, let's get this done," His voice was low, as to not draw attention.