"Well, alright." Ezekiel gave the guards that stayed a sideways glance before walking down the steps, towards the weight rack. "I will go next"
The large teen took down a standard bench-press bar, and walked uneasily to the front of the bleachers. "My name is Ezekiel," He said, looking at the others, "And I can bend metal more easily than normal.". To demonstrate, he lifted the bar to shoulder-height with outstretched arms, his chubby biceps bulging with hidden muscle. He strained his hands downwards to bend the bar in the middle, but nothing seemed to be happening. The bar was reacting to him as it would to a normal person - it was 3cm thick steel, and it wasn't going to budge for a mere human.
Ezekiel's expression became strained and confused. He gritted his teeth, tried again, for a longer moment this time, then exhaled with defeat. He looked at the bar as if it was an old friend who betrayed him in his hour of need. Then, realization hit him. He decided to put all of his cards on the table. If that wasn't good enough, they could just drag him to wherever they took the white-haired girl.
He grabbed the bar around the middle with both hands, holding it upright, his expression slowly becoming a pained one. Its upper end slowly moved away from him. Then, suddenly, he closed his eyes and hit himself in the forehead with the steel bar. There was a loud clang as the bar fell on the floor in front of Ezekiel, who fell on his butt. He rubbed his forehead, then reached out for the bar. His head was fine. The bar was bent at about a 10 degree angle near the top.
"It um, stops working when I don't eat metal, and I have been on a food-only diet for a week." He said, leaning heavily on the bar when he rose to his feet. He rubbed his face - even though his skin was fine, he felt like he slammed his head against a cathedral bell. He was going to pay for this trick later, but the doctor asked and he had to deliver. He returned the bar to the rack, awkwardly hanging it in a lopsided position. "It will return to normal in a few moments"
The large teen took down a standard bench-press bar, and walked uneasily to the front of the bleachers. "My name is Ezekiel," He said, looking at the others, "And I can bend metal more easily than normal.". To demonstrate, he lifted the bar to shoulder-height with outstretched arms, his chubby biceps bulging with hidden muscle. He strained his hands downwards to bend the bar in the middle, but nothing seemed to be happening. The bar was reacting to him as it would to a normal person - it was 3cm thick steel, and it wasn't going to budge for a mere human.
Ezekiel's expression became strained and confused. He gritted his teeth, tried again, for a longer moment this time, then exhaled with defeat. He looked at the bar as if it was an old friend who betrayed him in his hour of need. Then, realization hit him. He decided to put all of his cards on the table. If that wasn't good enough, they could just drag him to wherever they took the white-haired girl.
He grabbed the bar around the middle with both hands, holding it upright, his expression slowly becoming a pained one. Its upper end slowly moved away from him. Then, suddenly, he closed his eyes and hit himself in the forehead with the steel bar. There was a loud clang as the bar fell on the floor in front of Ezekiel, who fell on his butt. He rubbed his forehead, then reached out for the bar. His head was fine. The bar was bent at about a 10 degree angle near the top.
"It um, stops working when I don't eat metal, and I have been on a food-only diet for a week." He said, leaning heavily on the bar when he rose to his feet. He rubbed his face - even though his skin was fine, he felt like he slammed his head against a cathedral bell. He was going to pay for this trick later, but the doctor asked and he had to deliver. He returned the bar to the rack, awkwardly hanging it in a lopsided position. "It will return to normal in a few moments"
