Brawly Gym Novels & Stories

“There a gym here somewhere?” “Three doors down and to the left.” “Thanks,” I said and headed in that direction. The gym was a good-sized room with a variety of equipment and even a sparring mat on one side. I grinned and whistled in appreciation. “The rich have all the luck,” I said wistfully. “Hey Enforcer, want to spar?” “I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

The training room wasn't the mirrored gym Caelith had been using for the past two weeks. The maid led her down to a secure wing of the mansion, opening a heavy door into a sprawling, professional standard martial arts room. The space was pristine and well-lit, lined with expansive black and red interlocking floor mats that smelled faintly of fresh rubber. Rows of heavy freestanding punching bags stood like silent sentinels along the wall, and the air carried the crisp, sterile hum of a high-end ventilation system.

There was a cement building attached to it that seemed deserted. "Where is everyone?" Brady asked as he scanned the area. It was clean kept and filled with many obstacles such as a pull-up bar and track. There was also a section dedicated to fighting mats that trainers would use to teach the warriors new moves. These mats were made to keep them from seriously injuring themselves on the rugged terrain.