What?

BAM! Ye Wizard landeth a fine uppercut upon thy chin, spattering blood and teeth upon ye walls. Thy ears art ringing from ye blowe. How doth such an olde man pack such a punch?

"A wizard mustn't only train his mind and heart, but his body for ye intensities of ye studeigh of Magick." Ye wizard pulleth his cloak down his shoulders to reveal a rippling masseth of muscle.

Gargantuane biceps, absolute washboarde abs, pecs which doth protrude many inches fromst his bosom, and which pop further as his arms doth move. It art hot as fuck.

To top it all off, he hath perfect stance. This art truleigh a formidable man in all possible ways.