((Hey, GM, didn't Fetyu fracture his foot?))
Brock walked over to Cali and put his arm over her. His arm that wasn't bleeding of course. He looked back at Luca. He was asleep. It was no surprise to Brock that all the activity they had done the day before was overwhelming for Luca. Brock has faced worse activities and injuries in football. That was why he was still able to keep up his normal routine, even with his arm which was already bleeding and he made it worse by breaking down a rock wall, and his knuckles on which the skin had been torn off from punching that rock. He looked at Fetyu. He seemed to have a broken foot but Brock didn't bring it up, seeing as how he was standing. He looked at Cali. She was as beautiful as ever. Flawless. She wasn't harmed, not at all.
Brock looked up. The sun wasn't even up and it was warm. That meant that later on in mid-day, it would be really hot. Then it hit Brock. The acadamy didn't have any hot days recently. It was snowing. Either they were out for more than a day which was unlikely, or, they were more than a couple of miles from the acadamy. He looked at Luca in disgust. It was the first day and he was harmed more than he could handle. They would have to keep this up for the next few days obviously. Luca would die before they reached the acadamy at this rate. Brock was not going to carry anyone, especially Luca. He had tried to help him before, but no. Brock then remembered the car keys. He took them out of his pocket and looked. He still couldn't make out to what car they belonged to. He stuffed them back in his pocket and tried to join the group in conversation. "So what were you guys talking about?"
Brock walked over to Cali and put his arm over her. His arm that wasn't bleeding of course. He looked back at Luca. He was asleep. It was no surprise to Brock that all the activity they had done the day before was overwhelming for Luca. Brock has faced worse activities and injuries in football. That was why he was still able to keep up his normal routine, even with his arm which was already bleeding and he made it worse by breaking down a rock wall, and his knuckles on which the skin had been torn off from punching that rock. He looked at Fetyu. He seemed to have a broken foot but Brock didn't bring it up, seeing as how he was standing. He looked at Cali. She was as beautiful as ever. Flawless. She wasn't harmed, not at all.
Brock looked up. The sun wasn't even up and it was warm. That meant that later on in mid-day, it would be really hot. Then it hit Brock. The acadamy didn't have any hot days recently. It was snowing. Either they were out for more than a day which was unlikely, or, they were more than a couple of miles from the acadamy. He looked at Luca in disgust. It was the first day and he was harmed more than he could handle. They would have to keep this up for the next few days obviously. Luca would die before they reached the acadamy at this rate. Brock was not going to carry anyone, especially Luca. He had tried to help him before, but no. Brock then remembered the car keys. He took them out of his pocket and looked. He still couldn't make out to what car they belonged to. He stuffed them back in his pocket and tried to join the group in conversation. "So what were you guys talking about?"