Viviana on the other hand, was trying to do anything but merely strike at things. With a small past career in amateur kickboxing, much like her elder sister Diana, Viviana didn't want to be a one trick pony. Already feeling she had more to give than most in the kicks and strikes department, the tall Italian would instead put her focus on building up the aspect of pure strength, both in search of the ability to deliver all the harder hitting slams, and to deliver them without even breaking a sweat.
Her figure poised in a squat posture near enough dead centre of the gym, Viviana had atop her shoulders more weight than most women would even dare to glance at. Slowly lowering herself up and down, her form perfect if figure strained from that excessive amount, Viviana let loose quite the roar as she straightened herself out. Eventually coming to a straight stand, Viviana held the bar across her shoulders as she looked off into the distance, a little pleased with herself given what she had just accomplished, though perhaps oblivious to the loudness of the roar of exertion she had just given. Especially given today, it seemed one particular gym-goer was in search of a opponent to scuffle with.
And a women benching what could have been described as half a small car atop her shoulders, letting loose a primal scream atop of that, would certainly seem the ideal one...