"Are you sure you both are using your full strength?" Athena asked, hands on her hips, her voice tinged with frustration.
"You have been pushing that singular bag for more than five minutes…" She continued, cocking her head to the left, at ease even when Aiden turned to glare at her.
"Do you want to try? Maybe you'll have a better chance than us?" Aiden shot back.
Athena's scoff was the only response that a famished Aiden received. He scoffed in return and reverted to his work, digging his heels down and preparing to push again.
Behind them, Athena exhaled wearily. Tired of waiting on the sandbags, which seemed to drain her strength, she returned to the level ground, opting to give, from there, whatever help Ewan had in mind when he assigned her a role.
Ewan himself was dripping with sweat. At that moment, he wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a single hand swipe.
