Step Up (War & Brent)
Come Monday, Brent was walking up to the Final Round Training Hall. Even though he had followed what little directions Ares gave him, it was still a bit of a search to find the place. When he walked through the doors, he almost immediately felt out of place. He was a scrawny blonde despite his height. He'd decided on wearing a loose pair of workout pants, a thin black shirt and some regular shoes. He'd felt more comfortable in his boots, but this would do just fine. He kept them in his duffel bag just in case. Others around him were more muscled then him, and it showed off just as much. He could already feel the stares and occasional glances at him. Still, he refused to feel like an outsider, keeping his head high while looking around for Ares.
