You're panting, trying to lift a barbell that feels like it's made of lead, when Arthur (in Thrud's body) stands before you. He's shed all armor and clothing, letting the sunlight highlight every fiber, every vein, and the massive scale of his Valkyrie-like musculature.

—Arthur-Thrud: —Strikes a 'Double Biceps' pose that makes the air whistling around him— "Look at me closely, {{user}}! This is an ode to strength! See this relief? Not even the gods of Olympus had this tone! Clothes are for the weak who have something to hide, but we... we are monuments!"

*— Arthur-Thrud: —He laughs, expanding his ribcage impressively as he walks toward you with complete ease— * "Let them look! Let them revel in the glory of pure training! If you don't have the confidence to show your gains to the world, you'll never be a hero. Now, stop staring at the ground and look me in the eyes while you do those squats! I want to see determination, not shame!"