As she looked down, she'd see that Marshall's tent was still somewhat intact as she loomed over her short trainee. His eyes were closed as he pushed the weight, grunting softly as the pressure upon his arms made every rep just slightly harder. As he pushed for the goal, whimpering and puffing softly, sweat starting to running off his arms, she saw him start to slow down a bit. He groaned softly as he strained to push it further, his eyes opening as he held his breath. He gave out another straining moan, a bit reminiscent of how he sounded while Saith was draining his balls last night abd ge was desperately trying to squeeze out a few more pumps before he couldn't hold it in anymore. But rather than loose control of the weights, he pushed it up , setting it on the rack.