Buying time.

"A work out challange!" you spout out quickly without thinking. You choke a little when you realize this, you just said the first thing that came to mind, which in a gym was the first thing that came to mind. Brick grins obviously very comfident of this. Desperatly you continue, "Yes... A work out challange..." you pause then start up as you try to save yourself, "Whoever shows the most improvement in a week is the winner."

Brick frowns, "What kind of challange is that?" he asks, "I mean, come on, anyone can tell you've got the most room to improve on."

"In a week? your saying you can't get stronger then a so called 'lardboy' can in a week? What are you that bad at working out?" You push that button you discovered earlier, and you swear that the wolfs fur turns slipghtly more red.

"A week." he says, trying not to scream it at you. "We measure our current levels tonight, and in a week, I'll show just how much I can improve." He then turns and storms off.

You let out a breath of relief, that was definatly a close one. You've bought yourself some time. Either you need to get in shape, or figure out an escape plan, because either way you doubt you want to be anything that that guy can tear apart with his bare claws.

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