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ATLAS “Relax,” I murmured, gently tilting her head forward. She sucked in a deep breath, holding her head up. “Your shoulders too,” I added, “relax them.” She relaxed the tense muscles in her shoulders, and I guided her arms up to the right position again. “Alright, carefully pull back on the trigger. Much pressure is needed.” Slowly, she pulled the trigger, and a loud bang followed the action nanoseconds later, echoing through the wide space.

It was overwhelming. When the gong played, it brought me back to focus. I positioned my hands over my head, lifted my chest up, and curved my spine. 'Breathe, Herneith. Breathe.' I told myself.

I put both hands on the axe handle and put my arms behind my head, preparing to throw. "Open your legs a little wider." Spencer says pushing my foot a little further forward. "Slide your hands down just a little bit on the handle and when you get ready to throw release about right here." He says putting his arms out in front of him to show me the best time to release the axe. "Now take a deep breath and throw." He says stepping back away from me. I take a deep breath and release the axe. Closing my eyes before I can see if it hit the target. "Did I do it?" I ask, keeping my eyes closed tight.

It was thick, tight, unspoken tension threatening to snap if either of us breathed too loudly. “Sit straight,” I instructed while positioning myself behind him. He did, though not without grumbling under his breath. I pretended not to hear it. “Breathing exercises first.” He obeyed, chest rising and falling with deliberate slowness. I placed my hands gently on his upper back to help guide his posture. His muscles tensed instantly. “Relax.” “This is me relaxing,” he muttered. “No, it’s not.” He let out a frustrated exhale, but little by little I felt the rigid line of his spine ease beneath my palms. When his breathing smoothed out, I stepped around to face him.

My breathing came in steady bursts, but sweat had already begun to form on my brow, my legs screaming, still recovering from the fourteen laps I ran almost three minutes ago. "Engage your glutes", Herrington guided. I adjusted, pressing my hips down so that the effort was carried by my legs instead of my hips. I huffed out, lifting a hand briefly to wipe the sweat off my forehead. "Don't hunch - Keep your chest up", he guided me again. I hadn't even realised that I'd begun to hunch forward. I adjusted yet again, straightening my spine and keeping my chest up.

Michelle found the hands on her back that was easing her muscles that just had been relaxed but also tightened shortly before the woman’s hands were there touching her. She was working the muscles on her upper back and then slowly moving down the column of her back. Working in circles slowly and never using too much pressure, Michelle could relax even more than she already was.

His shoulders remained locked in their usual rigid position. "Try to relax," I suggested, approaching the loveseat. "Or do you need some instructions?" He scowled. "The only instructions I need are on how to make you shut the fuck up..." he trailed off, stifling another wince. Willow couldn't see the expression on his face. "You're too close to his spine," I informed Willow, reaching out for her wrist. "May I?" "Please," she consented. I guided her hands to his trapezius muscles, situated on either side of his shoulder blades. Closing her fingers, I applied some oil to my own hands, and as soon as she resumed kneading his muscles, she asked, "Feeling better, Tony?"

was he smelling me? For a second—just one suspended moment—neither of us moved. We just stood there, pressed together, breathing in sync. Then Zade seemed to snap out of it. He cleared his throat and took a step back, releasing me abruptly. "Instead, you drop your weight and twist," he said, his voice rougher than before. "Aim for the weak points—stomp on the instep, drive your elbow into the ribs, go for the groin if you can reach it."

She nodded and made the necessary adjustments. “Okay, it is easier to take a breath before you attempt to pull yourself up.” She took a deep breath through her nose while paying strict attention to her hands above her. I walked around her lithe body to make sure that she was in proper form. I placed my hand on the middle of her back. “Chest out,” I instructed, pushing against her back lightly. “Nice. Shoulders rolled back.” Vianne grinned when she noticed that my eyes were glued to her chest.

The burn hit quick. Marcus moved behind me. “Lower. Chest up.” His hands settled on my hips, fingers spreading wide over the soft curve there. He guided me, pulling me back slightly. “That’s it. Use those hips. You’ve got real power here, Bella. Thick and strong. Don’t fight it.”