[b][color=yellow]Michael Watts a.k.a Omega[/color][/b]

Even though Michael had pretty much reached muscle failure, he remained in the gym. This was done for two reasons. The first was his ability to rapidly regenerate. His body recovered a lot faster from workouts. Couple that with his super strength and you had a man who could consistently break limits in terms of physical prowess. Now the second reason he was still in the gym was quite more complicated, it was because of....

"Hey Wicked!" He said as he made his way towards her. "I know we got off on the wrong foot... literally since I was assigned first on the ground, but it looks like you need a better sparring partner than the empty space around you. Maybe you can teach a little of that martial arts as well. And don't worry, I learn fast when it's hands on." Michael smirked at the last bit he said before taking a fighting stance. Left foot in front, body slightly turned to the side, left hand up by his chin, and his right fist up a bit higher. It was a simple boxer stance, nothing special. "You down?"