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Enyo, the immortal femme fatale, was at her local gym. She had been coming here for years. At first, the other gym goers had been shocked to see a metahuman there but soon took a liking to her, even more so when she decided to show off her superhuman strength. Today was one of those days. Enyo had decided to show off on with some bench pressing.
"There you go. That's more then 400lbs." said one of the gym assistants. "Are sure about this?"
"As sure as I'm ever going to be." Enyo said as she study the bar and double check the locking nuts. The other gym goers had started to gathered around. It wasn't everyday you got to see a metahuman push themselves. Enyo lay down on the bench as 3 spotters got into position. She placed both hands bar, took a few deep breaths and gave nod that she was ready. Altogether they lifted the bar off the frame and clear of the hooks. The spotters let go, but hovered ready to grab the weight again at the first sign of trouble. The skin on her arms grow tight as her muscle tensed under the enormous load. She slowly lowered the bar down to her neck. So far, so good, she thought to her as she is began to lift the weight, her arms shaking ever so slightly. The crowd cheer as she started another rep. Enyo began to sweat as pushed through to her third repetition.
"Come on, just 2 more." the bar spotter called to her. The crowd was really motivating her now. Her face had began to darken, veins bulge on her forehead and arms. She inhaled as the bar came down for the forth time. A deep exhale come with the push back up.
"LAST ONE! SHOW EVERYONE WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" Her spotter shout. The crowd cheer even louder. She clenched her jaw and started the final descent. It seem to take forever to reach the bottom. Now, the final push. The spotters ever ready. The slow crawl back, her vison started to blur. "COME ON! COME ON!" the bar spotter screamed. Enyo started to scream too as she reach the summit of the rep. The spotter grab and guided the bar back to the resting hooks. Enyo sat up, exhausted and the crowd erupted in joy at the completion of the task. The spotter congratulated her and passed a towel and bottle of water to her.
"I've seen guys twice your size struggle with that much weight. Shame your a meta, that could've been a new gym record." Enyo didn't mind the comment. It's true, being a Metahuman gave more of advantage and a healing ability let her take big risk like this. The crowd dispersed as the gym worker began to remove the weight plates of the bar.
"Quite impressive." Enyo looked over her towel as wiped her face clean. 2 men in suits stood in front her. Her eyes meet with closest of the two. She smiled. "So, you got another job for me or were you just here for the show?"

To be continued

This is the restart of my stories of the metahuman Enyo from Angel-Falls

Enyo is my own creation.

Description
Enyo, the immortal femme fatale, was at her local gym. She had been coming here for years. At first, the other gym goers had been shocked to see a metahuman there but soon took a liking to her, even more so when she decided to show off her superhuman strength. Today was one of those days. Enyo had decided to show off on with some bench pressing.
"There you go. That's more then 400lbs." said one of the gym assistants. "Are sure about this?"
"As sure as I'm ever going to be." Enyo said as she study the bar and double check the locking nuts. The other gym goers had started to gathered around. It wasn't everyday you got to see a metahuman push themselves. Enyo lay down on the bench as 3 spotters got into position. She placed both hands bar, took a few deep breaths and gave nod that she was ready. Altogether they lifted the bar off the frame and clear of the hooks. The spotters let go, but hovered ready to grab the weight again at the first sign of trouble. The skin on her arms grow tight as her muscle tensed under the enormous load. She slowly lowered the bar down to her neck. So far, so good, she thought to her as she is began to lift the weight, her arms shaking ever so slightly. The crowd cheer as she started another rep. Enyo began to sweat as pushed through to her third repetition.
"Come on, just 2 more." the bar spotter called to her. The crowd was really motivating her now. Her face had began to darken, veins bulge on her forehead and arms. She inhaled as the bar came down for the forth time. A deep exhale come with the push back up.
"LAST ONE! SHOW EVERYONE WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" Her spotter shout. The crowd cheer even louder. She clenched her jaw and started the final descent. It seem to take forever to reach the bottom. Now, the final push. The spotters ever ready. The slow crawl back, her vison started to blur. "COME ON! COME ON!" the bar spotter screamed. Enyo started to scream too as she reach the summit of the rep. The spotter grab and guided the bar back to the resting hooks. Enyo sat up, exhausted and the crowd erupted in joy at the completion of the task. The spotter congratulated her and passed a towel and bottle of water to her.
"I've seen guys twice your size struggle with that much weight. Shame your a meta, that could've been a new gym record." Enyo didn't mind the comment. It's true, being a Metahuman gave more of advantage and a healing ability let her take big risk like this. The crowd dispersed as the gym worker began to remove the weight plates of the bar.
"Quite impressive." Enyo looked over her towel as wiped her face clean. 2 men in suits stood in front her. Her eyes meet with closest of the two. She smiled. "So, you got another job for me or were you just here for the show?"

To be continued

This is the restart of my stories of the metahuman Enyo from Angel-Falls

Enyo is my own creation.