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Gork and Mork.
Good old Gork and Mork. The best gods you could friggin hope for. Insanely powerful, truly terrifying presence. Thank Zeus these guys spend literally all their time fighting each other, because if they didn't, their power could snuff out any given chaos god without trying. The potential they're built up to have is unlimited, thanks to them being the f**king ork bastards they are. Remember that orks get stronger the older they get, and oh yea, orks know this... power of belief is awesome. It's a nice little package, the orks know that gork and mork are the oldest orks, and that older orks are most powerful ork... they also know they're gods and that whole mess.
There's a theory that Gork and Mork are really just two regular Orks who got so powerful and so big and so old that they eventually became gods.
They then did steal the squigs from Nurgle by having Mork sneaking behind him and getting on all fours then Gork pushing him over. They then laughed and stole all the squigs ever.
Finally, they took Orkyness into the void when Mork challenge Gork to knock a star in the sky down with his club. Gork hurls his club for all his worth, but forgets that it's tied to his wrist. The club sails toward the star with Gork following after. Mork grabs hold of Gork and goes as well and the galaxy learnt the terrible orkyness of the Orks.
Note: Picture is actually Grumlok and Gazbag. I thought it was a better representation of Grok and Mork before they became Orky gods.
Gork, the Ork god of Clobbering.
The Ork psyche is so strong and robust that their reflection in the mirror-universe of the Warp is a potent force indeed. Gork is the primary deity of clobbering, smashing, breaking, killing and pummelling the rest of the galaxy into submission. This is a notion that resonates strongly with the more single-minded warbosses of the Ork race, of whom Grukk is a perfect example.
The Goff warlord Grukk is a ten-foot brute of muscle and rage. His physical presence alone makes him an intimidating sight, and underneath his scarred and pockmarked skin lies a body as hard as iron. Even when unarmed he is a terrifying sight. When he dons his monstrous power klaw, Grukk becomes practically unstoppable. It’s a well-known fact that Grukk will fly into a berserk fury whenever his temper reaches its limit, and it doesn’t take much to set him off. He once trashed an entire settlement purely because a grot attendant spilt engine oil on his breakfast.
Though his strength is legendary, it is Grukk’s utter certainty that he cannot lose that makes him so dangerous. He makes a habit of leading every charge, no matter the odds, and publicly butchers any Ork stupid enough to question his rule. Grukk is always encrusted with the clotted blood of those he has killed. He never wipes it off, either, considering such acts as cleaning or washing to be ‘runt’s work’. His supporters claim that he has never lost a fight, not even once. It is this bloody reputation – and Grukk’s habit of painting his ships with gore – that has led to his crusade of violence being known to his followers as the Red Waaagh!