He found himself coming here quite often, especially at times following a long and incredibly tiresome lecture. And each time he would arrive here at the wellness center outside the campus, it was surprisingly for an entirely different reason. One day, he would take a relaxing swim in the pool. The next time he would visit, he would find himself toying around with weights or shooting some hoops at the gymnasium - all while trying not to make his abilities to potentially alter the metallic materials too damn obvious. That wouldn't be a good looking impression now, would it? At other times, he always found himself plowing through down training dummies he would build himself like a lawn that hadn't been mowed in over a year. On this fine day, it would be the latter. Sure. Who knew. That's just how he was; always on the move, not stopping for anyone or anything.

What else was there to say really? Sometimes, there was no question that even a full-fledged hero or a professor would need to sharpen their skills every now and then. This was most certainly the case with one Myles Jay Crawford. Whenever he would come around to the wellness center for the ideal workout, a strong dosage of adrenaline continuously coursed through his veins. It was almost as if he were a kid again, focused on playing around with the hottest new toys. Needless to say it was a nice change of pace. It was a suitable method of burning time away from the classrooms. Seriously, he had often grown tiresome of teaching at times, but hey, showing future generations how to do the right things (hopefully) would be well worth his time spent. And to think that he initially imagined that he wouldn't have to waste more than four years of his life in those classrooms.

For today's training exercise, the metal-bending redhead would arrive at the spacious training facilities carrying a heavy duty bag. Exactly what did that bag contain one may ask. The answer was simple. Upon coming across an fitting spot to conduct his workout away from other apparent trainees, Myles dropped the bag and forcefully ripped it open from the side revealing nothing other than a massive pile of scrap heap of course. It didn't really matter how much knowledge he had gained in lectures himself or in battles against who-knows-who-or-what. There was always room for improvement for someone such as he. What was he going to do with this pile of scrap metal? Well I suppose that question was rather redundant. That's right! By utilizing the very gifts that he himself possessed, he managed to forge some more training dummies, with some of the them carrying shields and swords carved out of the same material.

Some were made from iron, and others from steel or copper. No matter what sort of metallic substance these contraptions were molded out of, Myles would tamper with them to his heart's content - and then tear them all down just as quickly as he would build them. Today was no different. For his own use, a steel staff was forged out of whatever spare material was leftover. If one was to stand it upright, it was nearly as long as he was; probably a few inches shorter. And with that, the young professor was ready for action! The many dummies would remain stationary. Though made of some cheap material, they were made rather sturdy. Credit Myles's abilities for that. Before long though, the dummies would all be trampled, one after another like dominoes. The redheaded professor was far from done however. He wasn't quite satisfied just yet.

"All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put you dummies together again. But I can!" the extroverted professor projected. "Let's see here..." On that note, Mister Crawford would commence rebuilding that little army, only for that said army to be knocked down all over again. This guy could do this all day if he wanted to. But did he really want to? Myles couldn't help but to get feeling that something was missing. But what...?