Chapter 12:
Storm and Kilroy entered what it seemed like a training room.
"Alright, let's see what you got," Kilroy said tiredly.
"Um, okay…"
Storm climbed one of the balance beams in the room and started walking.
"Whoa," he staggered and almost fell off.
"You're doing well," Kilroy said distractedly.
"Sure," Strom answered back, and… fell.
"Oof!" He landed hard on the ground.
Kilroy slapped his hand to his head. "You didn't do it well this time; try again."
Strom got back up and started again and… fell.
"Try again."
Fell.
"Again."
Fell.
"Do it again…"
Fell.
"Again!"
Fell.
"YOU KNOW WHAT?!" He calmed down a bit, "Let's not start with balance today; come on."
- MEANWHILE-
"What do you want to start with?," Gerald asked Joy.
"I… don't know, there's a lot of… interesting stuff here."
There were trampolines, zip lines, balance beams, a Simply Fit Board, and many other assorted items we don't need to mention.
"Maybe, Oo! A Simply Fit Board!" Joy raced to it and started playing with it.
She noticed that Gerald was staring at her. "What?"
"Nothing," He replied, "It's just… I have never seen quite a girl like you before…"
Joy smiled at him and continued her play.
"Oo! Maybe we could go on the trampoline!"
"Now hold on, you realize that these items are for training purposes only," Gerald asked, not smiling anymore.
"Yeah, but-"
"Maybe this item will satisfy your taste of fun, and want for your training to be successful."
He took Joy to a dark, and dusty anteroom. Gerald turned on the lights. Joy could not believe what she saw.
"You want me to ride that?" (In the most positive way)
What stood before her was a classic motorcycle with a turbo combustion engine and painted fire on it.
"I know it's a bit of a hodgepodge, but-"
"I LOVE IT!" Joy practically squealed.
Gerald smiled a dimpled smile. "Rumor says that this belonged to your dad."
"Really?" Joy simply could not believe that her dad (of all people) could own something like this.
"Yes. He used in the Battle of the Titans. I'm sure you've heard of it."
"No, I-I haven't…"
Gerald looked puzzled. "Well, surely you father has told you about it?"
"No, never."
"Hmm. Well, after you've finished you're training I'll be sure to tell you all about it."
"Really, you don't have to," Joy replied dismissively.
"Really, I insist."
They both shared a long stare into each other's eyes'; they soon snapped out of it.
"Well, if you do insist, sir." Joy said with a formal, huffy tone.
They both laughed and carried on with their training.
Storm was not as lucky.
"Owwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeee!" Storm yelled as Kilroy twisted his arm roughly behind his back.
Kilroy finally let go. He shook his head, "You just need work, that's all."
"Gee, thanks," Storm groaned and cracked his back.
"Maybe combative training is not your strong side, but we will find what is and train from there."
"I doubt that."
Kilroy rolled his eyes, "Listen, my strong side is combative training and-"
"Obviously! You nearly pulled my arm out of my socket!"
"and-" Kilroy added firmly, "The whole point of today's lesson is trying to find that strong place."
Storm thought about this for a moment then said, "Okay, fine."