The door of the common room/gym slides open. “I’m back!” yells the Myrmidon, jumping in the doorway. He already took off his chestwear – showing his abs – but still wears his trousers and his helmet, though muffling his voice a bit. “YES!” “There he is!” the other Myrmidons eating and doing workout cheer on the very side of their comrade. The two near the entrance change intensive high-fives with the helmet-guy and even one fist-bump. The atmosphere is positive excited. “How did the mission go? Where is Darios?” asks one with a massive dumbbell and a red head – smiling, because of the fun an excessive training session can be. https://asteroidblues.warconsole.com/battles/daniel-darko-vs-deus-kalsa-1569755426