Arrow Lake jim carrey vs. mussolini's granddaughter

anyone up for a friendly spar? dated like 04/04

When he wasn't with his new little family, he was trying to get his body back into shape. It was harder than he thought it would be. He'd neglected some of these muscles for a long time; it was hellish work, exercising them. And the last time he'd fought was with Blackhead, and though that wasn't too long ago. . . It was long enough, and he was itching for combat.

Vercingetorix walked along the lakeshore as was customary, looking for any faces, familiar or unfamiliar. Maybe Blodreina was up for a spar, or Vonnaruil. It would be nice to get to know others, though; he had only met the Diasporans in passing, and barely could keep their names straight. He needed to know, almost intimately, his new brothers and sisters in arms.

His new kru, so to speak.