It was early morning. The sun was set low still and the outside air was filled with a delightful chill. With a bag swung over his shoulder, Percy made his way to the gym. His schedule for the day was pretty relaxed. In a couple of hours he would need to head over to Philippe, who was arranging some of spiritual preparations for the wedding of JP and Sofia. Plenty of time for him to squeeze in a steam and shower afterwards.
After he got changed, he did a warming up on the treadmill, running for a few minutes. As soon as the Anchor finished up, he went over to the dummies, where he was going to practice his fighting skills. He wasn’t half bad, or so he thought, but his skills definitely needed some honing. It was great that he could nullify abilities to even the playing field, but it wouldn’t do much good if he couldn’t pack a punch himself. At some point, he noticed a stare. From a familiar face. He recognised Dexter, who had came up to him. “Hey, man.” He nodded, coolly.