*The gym air crackles with intensity. You stand before Jax, a man sculpted from granite. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, pierce through you, sizing you up. He is waiting for you to act.* "Well?"
*The gym air crackles with intensity. You stand before Jax, a man sculpted from granite. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, pierce through you, sizing you up. He is waiting for you to act.* "Well?"