A Kindling Rivalry

[Bare]

”Mhm” He said in response to her own as he eyed the number on the dumbells.

‘30 pounds?’ He thought to himself impressed as he looked down at his own dumbells that be had been lifting. 25 KG It was a small thing. Honestly, Finlay had only chosen these since he knew they would be a easy and good way to warm up. But now, looking at Amy’s choice in weights and back to his own... the blonde had a sudden urge to transition to something a bit more impre- I mean challenging.

Moving off to where the dumbells were kept Finlay layed the ones he’d been using to rest before grabbing two heavier ones. Walking back over he resumed his reps.“So do you normally start off light?” He asked, still seemingly having no, or at least not much effort lifting. Though if one looked closely it was visible on his face that Fin was using some more exertion than before to do reps. And if Amy looked at the new weights he chose she’d also see the weight number stamped on the sides.

40 KG

[FinyBoy]

As Finlay went to the weight rack to get a new set of dumbells, Amy continued her reps. This was where her real workout began... until Finlay started talking with her again.

This light?

Amy looked down at her dumbells. 30 KG wasn't really what most considered to be light. Even Amy knew that. She just had an easier time with it due to how strong she normally was. Then she looked over at her lifting-mate's dumbells. 40 KG. She was a little skeptical at first, but Finlay's façade ended up working for him, as she became impressed by how easy he was making it look. She couldn't help but feel a little fire start inside of her.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact! I feel this is a good benchmark to go by. Not too light, not too heavy." She wasn't completely lying, per se. But she might have been stretching the truth just a bit.

Going back over to the rack, she exchanged her current weights for a new set, and walked back over. Then, once again, the blonde continued her reps. As before, she seemed to be pulling these up with ease. But there was also a small strain that she was trying to hide, similar to her blonde friend standing next to her.

"The real workout starts now!"

Should he look over to see what the new dumbells were, he would see the number on the side:

45 KG

[Bare]

”Ah I see. Well it certainly seems that you’ve decided to up it a bit.” He said appreciatively as he took notice of the numbers stamped on Amy’s bells. That being said... he was now feeling a bit of fire building up within him as he looked down at his own, now lighter weights with scorn.

”That being said I like to amp things up quickly.” He said continuing to lift his weights for another minute or two to keep apperances. As he did though he would walk back over to the rack and drop the fourties back down. Looking back over his shoulder at Amy the male would grab two new weights and walk back over. This time as he went to continue his reps Finlay was showing visible signs of strain. Although he was still able to lift the new set smoothly and without issue. But it was clear this was the limit of what he could lift... comfortably at least. And if amy would look over to see what number was on said dumbell..

55 KG

[FinyBoy]

Amy watched in confusion as Finlay went over to pick up a new set of weights. As she continued her reps, she saw him pick up a new set and bring them back over.

Didn't he just start using those last ones?

Either way, she would figure it out soon enough once she saw that his bells were now outweighing her own. At least, she thought she figured it out. He also just could have miscalculated the last ones, and really wanted heavier weights. In the end, it made little difference to the blonde girl. She just kept doing her reps.

This would continue on for a few minutes, with Amy silently sneaking glances at the dumbbells that Finlay was using. She couldn't help but feel that twinge of competitiveness grow deep inside her. Before she knew it, she found herself back at the racks, grabbing at a heavier set of bells. This was so unlike her, but she just couldn't help it. He just brought it out of her.

Bringing it back, she resumed her reps once more.

"Moving on up!" she exclaimed, trying to make it sound like this was just the next step in her workout routine.

But she too was reaching her limit without visible struggle. She was almost mirroring him, little did she know.

The weight on her training equipment had also increased:

60 KG

[Bare]

Finlay didn’t focus too much on Amy as be put his effort and concentration into doing rep after rep, slowly building up a sheen of sweat. Only occasionally did be peek over at Amy, to see if she was still lifting below him. That being said whenever he did take a peek, it was when Any wasn’t doing the same to him.

Eventually however he took notice of her walking to the weight rack. Once she came back and said her piece he took notice of the number on the side of her dumbell. ’Hmm she is trying to outdo me.’ He thought to himself as his eyes narrowed and he clenched the bar of the dumbells a bit tighter.

”I can see that.” He said as he took a breath before continuing to lift the weights, the strain continuing to burn in hus arms as he looked over at her. “Since you’re here... He said while continuing to lift the weights with some visible strain but it was clear he was focuses on her.

“What do you say to... accompanying me with some other workouts? He asked her while doing another few lifts before continuing on. “Unless of course you’re not up for it?” He said, it was a simple and innocent enough question, but the underlying tone, it was clear he was throwing a gauntlet down before the girl beside him a she continued his reps.

[FinyBoy]

Starting to feel confident in her reps of a higher-than-normal weight-limit, Amy got into a rhythm. The dumbells started feeling easier to lift. Maybe this wasn't so hard after all?

She kept going, until Finlay started talking to her again. "Hmm...? Other workouts? Sure, I would be up for it, but what exactly did you have in mind?" She might be getting a little carried away with this whole competitiveness thing, but it wasn't like this was far outside her original reason for being here. She was willing to bite. His challenging tone went over Amy's head, for the time being, however.

[Bare]

As Finlay lifted his own weights more he too got used to them, but that was in the back of his mind at the moment. No rather his competitiveness was getting the better of him as he looked over at Amy and layed out his challenge to the blonde. One she accepted, though without seemingly realizing it’s intention as a challenge, but he figured it’d end up becoming clear eventually. Setting his weights down he nodded to her and gestured to the larger bars and weights meant for dead lifting and bench pressing. ”Lets say we try the big stuff.” He suggested before doing a few last reps with the dumbells while waiting for Amy’s answer.

[FinyBoy]

Looking over at the area he was pointing to, Amy saw what he was talking about.

Bench Pressing and Weight Lifting, huh?

It had been a while since she really pushed herself with things like that, in the workout category (Excluding what she was doing right now). A seeming challenge once again at her doorstep, the blonde girl hardly could say 'No.'

"Well, I don't see why not..." With that, she set her own weights down and stretched herself out a bit to recuperate. "Alright, let's head over." She began walking towards the area.

[Bare]

As Fiblay set down his weights and began rolling his arms to ease the strain he waited patiently for her response. He couldn’t quite explain the competitive spirit that took over him as he outright challenged Amy. He didn’t know if it was because of the loss, or his knowledge of her strength or what. But he felt compelled to test himself against her and overcome her.

Seeing her drop the weights he would stand in unison with his fellow blonde. Walking over to the weight sets he spoke up from next to her. ”Do you want to start or me?” He asked her directly and bluntly, wanting to know if she wanted to start with him spotting or vice versa.

[FinyBoy]

The two made it over to the benches, to which Finlay offered her the choice of going first. Amy would ponder it for a moment, being slightly confused as to why he was asking who should go first, considering there was more than one bench press open. But then she saw the deadlift, and realized there was only one of those. Still oblivious as ever, she assumed that was what he meant.

"Oh, uh, you can go first. I don't mind." She responded, fully expecting him to head over to the deadlift to begin his reps.