Track.

Gage stood in human form; hair shimmering in the sun-light. Leaning forward to touch his toes, he began to warm up. Sinking his feet into place, right hand laid upon the ground, left hand following suit. Temer began, and wolf bolted off around the track; completeing the one-mile dash in only two-minutes, thirty-nine seconds. Persperation covered the wolf, as he wiped his faced with a soft towel.

Green eyes observed the rest of the area; finding it completely deserted. Wolf had left the gym, and decided to train his speed on the track. He always found this fun, and exhilarating. He had just arrived today, and was still new at this. Eyes lowered to the ground, before sensitive ears flicked, detecting some sound.

Eyes darted to the girl who had watched him; brow raising in suspicion," Thanks for the welcoming..." He told her, before looking back at the track. Hand flicked towel over his shoulder. Towel went in the direction of the girl, but probably wouldn't make it due to lack of force Gage used.

Hands went back to positions; feet moving back. Something about his stance was wolf-like. Eyes shimmered; placid pools erupting in color. Body began to change into the form of a winter wolf. White-coat shined in the light; tail flicking lazily. Claws dug into the ground, before pushing off to give him more speed. WOlf was even faster than human counter-part.

Baroxx eyed the towel, and asked, still in wolf form,"Are you stupid? Wolves don't sweat." Right eye winked, wolf placing feet back into position. Last run was jsut over a minute. This time he planned to make it under one-minute. Muscles rippled body bulking as muscles tensed.

Bell sounded; signal to go. Wolf bolted off, faster than before by several miles-per hour. Wolf blasted over finish-line, wolf gripping the ground, trying to stop. Wolf slid several more feet, before stopping completely. Nail-lines traced his movements, showing where he tried to stop.

Wolf's head turned to her,"Yes? Considering what? And no, I am not that intelligent, but I might know more about my body than you do. Body transformed, raging eyes turning placid once more. Hair was drenched in sweat, but Gage didn't mind it.

He actually hoped he had thrown some sweat on her. He could tell she was probably either a telekinetic being, or one who was gifted with many magical powers. Green eyes watched her, awaiting her response.

Demon rolled his eyes, walking to the table, making sure there was another towel. He had an idea about why she wanted to dare him. If she was telekinetic, she would probably try and lift him while he ran,"Promis you won't use your powers on me or against me in any-way?"

Gage smirked and said,"I'm just asking. You had a look in your eye like, 'I'm going to throw him several hundred yards'." He grinned happily, going back into position to run. Muscles tensed, body launching off with incredible speeds to match earlier speeds as a wolf. Only his werewolf could pass the wolf's speed. Eyes were shaking with the force from the speed.

Demon skidded to a stop beside the table, head turning to the girl. Head nodded in thanks, as did voice,"Thanks alot..." Hand gripped the water, un-screwing the top, and drinking half the bottle of water. Other half found itself atop Gage's head, cooling the majority of his body, down. Breathing slowed; heart pumping at a regular pace.

Gage shrugged and laughed softly,"I'm trying to become faster. You're right, though. I probably should take it at a slower pace." He stretched slightly, before heading to his large-bag. Eyes flashed softly, Gage already tired from a day's work.

Gage reached into the bag, pulling out one fifty-pound torso-weight; two thirty-pound arm-bands were next, followed by sixty-pound leg-weights. All were strapped onto Gage's body, him securing each strap and clip. Body dropped into an crunch-position, as Gage began to do crunches, with nearly double the weight on his body.

Gage laughed and said,"Not really." Stopping his crunches, he would walk over, and grab the bag. Left hand tossed it high, as right hit it. Bag burst on impact, sand flying in every direction. Shaking his head, sand would fly from his head. Small laughed escaped lips, as Gage left to race on the track once-more.