your bicep vs my bicep[closed]
"See? This heat's not so bad once you get a view of the beach." Despite the oppressive heat, Rider remained rather enthusiastic about the entire prospect of being near such a large body of water. Perhaps it was due to his mother's half, that of a sea nymph or goddess of the water, that allowed him to shrug off the heat and focus instead on the calming effect of the waves lapping up the shore.
He turned to his friend and ally, a warrior with hair that could only be rivaled by the goddesses themselves. He had managed to track down and drag Pyrrha to the beach for a some time off the city. He'd suggested they both cool down, and what better place is there than a large body of water?
"It sure brings me back," Achilles mused to his company. "A great many things happened on the last sandy shores my ever feet ran on. But look, people are having fun. I say we shed the armor off our skin and join in!"
