Ty took a deep breath, shed his shirt, and tucked the fairy safely inside it. "Don't want to oversweat my main shirt," he explained, focus and nonchalance sharing his voice.
The man overseeing the test stared at the scar across Ty's stomach. "What in the world happened to you?" he asked, unable to hide his shock.
Ty, with a confident smirk, directed his gaze past the man and towards the camera. "Let's just say I'm one sturdy guy. I can take a hit," he declared, his statement hinting at the battles he had endured.
The man, momentarily distracted, followed Ty's gaze before turning back, only to find Ty assuming a peculiar stance. "What are you doing?" he asked, bewildered by the unfamiliar posture.
"It's called a runner's stance. People in track do it to get a better step off and get to full acceleration faster," Ty explained, schooling the man in the basics of sprinting techniques.
With his eyes closed, Ty harnessed his focus, feeling the heat coursing through his body.
