Wes
Sweat ran down in streams down my face. I grunted and continued lifting weights. Josh was standing over me, spotting me, his face stern.
"C'mon pup. One more! I know you can do it! Push it!"
I grunted again and lifted my last rep. I set it on the rack and Josh grinned.
"Hell yeah! Wes! You're doing great! You'll be the youngest warrior out here!"
I blushed at his praise an grabbed my towel and wiped at my forehead and neck.
"That was ten more than last time." I reminded him.
"I know. Before long you're going to be walking around more muscular than even I am!"
"That's the goal."
"What? To be stronger than me?"
"Yep. Maybe soon I'll finally be able to beat you when we spar."
"Doubt it. I'm still working on myself."
"Yeah, but you've got that bum leg. I'll use it against you.
