@NerevarineA breath filled grunt escaped Burners lips as he lifted up the hundreds of pounds from his chest. Than slowly bringing them back. He seemed to do it with easy, due to his years of working out with such weight. Sweat dampened the back of his neck, staining his white, tank he used for this time of day. He lifted back up. Focusing on each push and pull of the weights. The battle was growing worse. Everyone, even the warriors Knew this. Burner was fully aware, his time would be up soon. No warrior ever made it past the age of 18.