Three weeks after the fight with Kane, Luthra stood in the center of a newly constructed training ground, watching Rebecca struggle through her hundredth push-up.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," she collapsed to the ground, breathing hard, "I hate this, I hate you, I hate push-ups."
"Good, now do another hundred."
"You're evil."
"I'm practical, if you want to fight alongside me, you need to build your foundation, fire powers are useless if you can't control your body."
She groaned but got back into position and started again, Luthra had learned long ago that building strength was ninety percent mental, the body would adapt if you forced it to.
While Rebecca trained, Luthra worked through his own routine, modified for his still-healing injuries, fifty thousand push-ups was currently impossible, but twenty thousand was manageable, his ribs were mostly healed thanks to the enchanted medical supplies, though they still ached when he pushed too hard.
