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What had once been runs through the park with a gerrymandered cart with weights attached had at least evolved into a more expensive weight-training vest with accompanying backpack. He was still adjusting to another new increase in the weight and the blazing summer heat- it was so hard to make the distances he usually made when it was spring and fall. Running in anything over 80 degrees took it out of him anyway with how hot his body usually was, but the extra 200 lbs between the two implements carried instead of pulled was killer.

He liked the fountains as break stops. At the right angle, on a day with a breeze, the spray was enough to feel cool but not enough to drench a person.

Not that it would matter as he was. He was already drenched head to foot.

Björn pulled up to a walk, pacing slowly to the fountain and checking the breeze to find where he would panting-pace while he swallowed air into his lungs and tried to convince himself that he really did need to hydrate by drinking a water bottle from the backpack instead of diving into the fountain to just be still. The small body making the circuit of the ledge didn't register at first.

Then as he finished fishing out the bottled water and took a long draft from it, looking at her progress again he almost spit. The strongman just baldly stared- It's that girl! The one the senshi saved.

Björn shifted in a startle with the point - DOES SHE RECOGNIZE-

no...not so much. Does....she always point at people when she talks to them? and always at very large persons? There certainly wasn't any need to look behind himself or thing it was some other 'strong' person nearby that she was addressing so boldly.

"I....am a person, not a pull up bar..." He lifted an eyebrown uncertainly. "But yes, you do not look very heavy. Your weight would be easy to hold an arm steady with. "

"What are you practicing for?" He already knew she could, having seen her doing as much- "You look like you can do a lot of pull ups."

Woo-shoe? Maybe its a kind of Kungfu like those old TV shoes and movies. He'd seen from across the weight rooms some tai chi classes in the mat rooms before plates , yoga, Tae-bo, Zumba and whatever other strange things were scheduled in the dawn slots at the gym. He looked vaguely concerned at her measuring, suspecting that he MIGHT just get jumped on after their last encounter. If nothing else, she was reinforcing the impression of Boldness.

"Strongman sports, power-lifting, and Highland Games. " And how to not die sparring against an insane, sword-wielding lord.

"I've never heard of Woo-shoe...you go to a school for it around the city? It is a martial art?" It followed it must be, with the pajamas they always wore. "Are you going to jump on me?"

Nothing like asking the obvious.

I should be? But if I was asking when, and you never did, then it would have been an if? Or is she saying that she's the sort of person that always jumps on people, so it is always a yes to if. So When is the more important because you do know its going to happen?
Maybe that's right. It seems right.

He gave a slow nod, at least appreciating the 'honesty'. Honest that was better read as 'warning', in such a case. The explanation that she wasn't in classes, and possibly not in local competitions anymore, was a little sad to hear. The reason not immediately given meant it might be a touchy subject. No money, no time, having moved locations, trouble with others at whatever school- there were many reasons a person might have to switch to self guidance that they didn't want to just tell every person they jumped onto on the street.

" Björn. The how much depends on what lift. It isn't just how much, but agility and speed while doing the lifting. Some general stats that the forms ask for are like Bench press max weight, Dead lift, and Leg press. 400lbs, 850lbs, and 1400lbs so far. "

"What is your name?"

Well...just strength is not everything. But even smaller people can be very strong. Mariusz Pudzianowski is only 6'1", and he has been very great in strongman with five titles. He does mixed martial arts now- you just need a regular weight regimen and meal plan. You...look like you have speed and accuracy training already worked out." And something of some sort of meal plan to manage powering the sheer amount of caloric enthusiasm.

"Joo-n...it is good to meet you, " he thought. Maybe. A senshi wasn't going to appear out of nowhere again, he didn't think, so it couldn't be too dangerous to know the girl's name. It might help for being able to make use of it if he found need to. Maybe knowing her name or not, and using it or not, doesn't matter so much in convincing her to do or not do things. "You have a good standing vertical. You are in school? Do you do track training for a team...I haven't heard of any of the schools having teams competition martial art?"

She looked young enough, accentuated by her energy, to be in one of the middle schools or high schools. Or maybe first semester in college? It was hard to tell exactly. He was never good at guessing ages.

Rhyming with 'fun', a simple and well used word, made her desired outcome very clear. Björn nodded, considering the finger thrust at him again. Her displeasure with a name mispronunciation seemed comical in juxtaposition with her either not knowing or not caring about the fact that pointing was considered rude.

"Jun," He offered in correction.

Mags was initially hard to follow. flipping the jangled Rolodex of his brain through leaves to try to come by what the abbreviation meant. He didn't come up with the answer, but the follow up commentary had answered enough- yes she was in a school of some sort somewhere. No, she was not on a team of any sort. And as a senior it would mean she was close to graduation, unless she ended up a second year senior.

He'd found working the schools' support of a regular power-lifting regimen as useful for his personal training as anything he did on his own time. He wasn't sure how she though doing track or gymnastics would be completely useless. Maybe 'Mags' didn't offer them and wasn't willing to set something up for a single student?

"Aren't you supposed to have a master to train in things like that?"

The serious nature of the answer had unfortunately worked as a distraction and stall for getting his 'guard' down as far as expecting the previously declared intent to leap on him.

He didn't startle or move out of the way of it. There was definitely enough space on his shoulders each individually for her, and especially if one foot was on either. Charles Atlas had had plenty of room for regular sized people on his regular sized shoulders and arms- Björn was a bigger man in muscle mass, training regimen, and sheer frame.

Now with a feminine accessory to his fashion statement he'd never planned for the day, the strongman looked up at his passenger. Holding still- "What...exactly is your plan from there?"

"Are you familiar with hand-to-hand acrobatic work?"