All of the thoughts Jason had were in fact true. Addilyn's small size gave her a disadvantage in hand to hand combat. Although she was technically prepared for it, things like what Recrimination had pulled were things Addilyn could hardly do anything about. Ashe has to get stronger and faster. She had to.

At the gym, Jason wore a simple white tee, and basketball shorts. He began with the treadmill, then went to the weight set in the corner. Beginning with a low amount, Jason worked until he felt his muscles limber up. Then he began to add more, and more. He knew he hadn't yet reached his max, since the gym always ran out of weights to put on. Right now he was at 400 or so.

Addilyn cooled down for a bit before getting on the treadmills. After about 20 minutes she turned her head and spotted a big guy, lifting a tooon of weights. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned back around. It was crazy how many weights that guy could lift. She didn't want to stare but it was hard not to considering how many weights he just kept adding.

The other people in the gym had given up on not staring. When Jason noticed this, he calmly asked someone, "Mind adding on some more? It's easier that way." Two people quickly agreed, and continued to add stuff on as Jason paused and asked them to do so. By now Jason was very sweaty, with his shirt sticking to his stomach muscles.

Stomach muscles I can't. That's such a weird thing to say 😂))

The only surprising part was that Jason had no strength power. Most people had powers nowadays, and some seemed mildly interested, until someone asked him about his power. Jason didn't want to give away his power, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to mention a part of it, "Energy transformation." They had asked if there was any strength power there, and Jason shook his head, "Nope."

The response was surprising but not unheard of. Before powers had really became a thing there had been amazingly strong people too. Addilyn stayed well away from the group of people staring at the man. It wasn't any of her business and she wouldn't lose her manners so quickly. Staring was rude. Her eyes skimmed over the gym, trying to figure out what she should do next. Addilyn didn't have a set thing she did every time she came here, sometimes it was weights other times it was just running. About this time she really, really felt like hitting something. There was a boxing ring but she'd have to pay for a partner, and also be gentle since it wasn't a real fight and she couldn't actually hurt the other person. Maybe she could just pay for a trainer? There were to many options. So for awhile she just sat there, staring at the ring wondering what in the world she was gonna do.

Jason had finished up with the weight lifting and put back his materials. It always felt good to do a hard workout; it relaxed him, and help him focus on the new task at hand. That task being to get faster. Jason wasn't sure how to up his speed other than simply increasing his reaction times.

Addilyn had returned to the punching bags and went at it again. After about 5 minutes of that someone tapped her shoulder. She spun around quickly, her green eyes looking up at the man before her. He seemed like someone who came here every now and again but not nearly as much as others. His body was well-muscled but by just a physical scan she could see his weak points. "You seem to know what you're doing. I'm Tim, I need a training partner for a bit and I wanted a challenge. I was wondering if you would help me?" Addilyn was slightly surprised by the offer but she couldn't decline it. She needed a partner too. "Fine, but I don't specialize in traditional boxing. I use a mix of tactics so be prepared for that." Addilyn didn't off her name, she never did anymore. "Great! Let's go to the ring then." Addilyn kept up with his long legs with ease, she was used to having to walk faster to keep up with other people.

Jason was far past what he was doing. Currently he was running on the treadmill to cool down, but his mind was on the people in the ring. Jason would be honest when he said that he doubted the girl would be able to beat the guy. He was much bigger, and nine times out of ten, the bigger person one in close quarters fighting.