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Shaking my head, I turned to look at him, watching his breathing rise and fall as I looked down his glorious back. Upon closer inspection, I notice a faint raised mark on his shoulder. It’s an off-white colour compared to the rest of his body. As I try to move out from under Cal’s weight, I see that it has a jagged shape. My curiosity piques and I wonder what caused it. Is it a scar? Or something else entirely? I struggle to get a better look, but Cal’s weight makes it impossible.

he repeated, "Use them for balance." I did as I was told, placing a palm on each of his broad shoulders. I could feel the warmth radiating from his shirt and the flex of his hard muscles as he pulled up again on the shoe. I couldn't help but think he definitely was more muscular than back when we were together.

He favored his right leg, and his left shoulder dropped a fraction of an inch lower than his right side. "You have a torn rotator cuff," I pointed out. I gestured toward his left arm. "Or at least you have a severe muscle strain. You are compensating for the pain by shifting your weight to your right knee, which is exactly why your skating was so sloppy during our defensive drills yesterday. Coach Gregory will bench you the second he notices the injury." The smug smile vanished from his face. His jaw tightened, and he stood up straight to hide the uneven slope of his shoulders. I had hit a very raw nerve.

Randy replied while taking off his shirt. My eyes dropped straight to his bare chest. There was a faded mark where the claw marks were earlier today. His chest and abs were defined, almost as if they were airbrushed on. He had a few scars on his shoulders that looked to be a few years old. There was a scar from a knife wound by his appendix. Following the movement of his hands unbuttoning his pants, my eyes landed on his defined V muscles.

"Without Harmony, we won't win the next battle." He was silent for a moment. "You always say that." "It's the truth." He looked at her. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to speak. He didn't. He turned and walked away. She stood there, watching his back. His right shoulder was lower than his left. An old wound. His shoulder blade had cracked once and never healed properly. Her gland gave another jolt. A warning. His frequency had left even more residue inside her, like sand leaking through a crack. It settled in the deepest part of her gland. Growing thicker.

"Oh." "Don't look stunned. I don't correct things I believe are hopeless." He pulls off his own mask and sets it on the bench behind him. His hair is damp at the temples. His cheeks carry a faint flush, the first color I've ever seen on his face. He crosses to where I'm standing and holds out his hand. "Give me the foil." I hand it over. He sets both foils aside and turns back to me. "The problem isn't your feet. It's your hips. You're lunging from your shoulders instead of your center. That's why you're off balance."

Chapter 99 Severe pains MYSTIC SHADOWS FORTRESS Jovy groaned in pain as she tried to stand up from the bed while trying to lift her shoulder. A sharp string of pain struck her shoulder blade and it almost made her fall back into the bed. For a week, she has been experiencing constant shoulder pains but however it practically relieves her in few seconds after the pain effect.

It's only since she lost the bike race that we've really talked a lot. On the other hand, we're spending less and less gym time together. I'm really working at building up some mass. I've never liked my sloped shoulders, so I've gone to spot training the delts once a week - mostly dumbbell overhead presses, and upright rows, with some flys thrown in.

Pressing. Guiding. Drawing out what was already there. The metal shifted. Subtly at first. Then more clearly. Length extending—not from nothing— But from redistribution. From balance. From intention. I exhaled slowly as the shape corrected beneath my hands. Not bigger. Not added. Just… right. I opened my eyes. The blade sat differently now. Balanced. Whole. I turned it slightly, testing the weight. Better. Bjorn took it from me. Turned it once.

His legs are strong and well defined with muscles. Then my eyes reach his crotch and the very obvious tent there, and it's huge! Is it larger than an average human male? It is certainly larger than Jason. Can that even fit? I tear my eyes away from THAT and they wander over well defined abs with a light blue hair that goes from his underwear and up his chest, that has an even, and very sexy, amount of hair covering it. I can see a scar going down from his left shoulder and ending about halfway down his left pectoral. There is also a small scar on the right side of his thorax.