Gym Skills Blue Ash Novels & Stories

"Does she know you're this much of a chicken when on amusement park rides?" "It'll be weird if I'm too perfect, don't you think?" Seb said, the upper corner of his mouth raising into a smirk. "You said it yourself. I'm tall, handsome, smart, athletic, has a great body, funny- come on, do you really need more to that list?" "You're such a show off," Alex scrunched his nose. "You're not that tall anyways." "I'm way taller than you, Blue." "You're also not that handsome."

Asher said and Beth listened attentively. They were on an empty large field, Beth was clothed in a short combat short and boots as she was getting ready for her training. "Now attack!" Asher ordered and the fight began. From all his instructions, he expect her to do well and indeed she did. “You have a natural talent but you lack the information needed when fighting against one of our kind” He stated after knocking her to the ground. Asher was a pretty decent instructor, constantly pointing out weakness that she should aim for and strength she should fall back on when going against Kara, obviously she is more powerful than herself.

It wasn't like the power Asher had possessed, it was duller. It wasn't like the power Dallas had, it was only slightly stronger... Considering he hasn't shifted yet. It was a higher power than a commander, or an omega.Finally we arrived at the gym, my heart jumps when I see the dodge balls lined up. I absolutely loved dodge ball...I could see a slight smirk playing on Isaac's lips.Our gym coach had her clipboard in her hands, no doubt writing teams.

And then — without looking at me first — he took my face in his hands and kissed me. --- It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t shy. It was the kind of kiss that says we are here. The gym erupted — not all cheers, but enough. Some clapping, some whistling, a few groans from the back row. But Blue didn’t let go until he wanted to. When we broke apart, he turned back to the mic. “That’s what they told me I’d never get to have. They were wrong.” --- After the assembly, people came up to us.

Training started with drills meant to wear us out. Maya made us run through the forest at dawn. We carried full packs and weapons, moving fast but quietly. The goal was to build our strength for the fortress mission and to learn how to move together as a team. I tripped over a tree root for the third time, but Ash grabbed my arm before I hit the ground. “Focus,” he whispered. “Step where I step. Follow my exact path.” I nodded and tried to copy his movements. Ash was amazing at this. He moved through the forest silently, like he barely touched the ground. Every step was planned. Every branch avoided.

Huffing, Blue sheathed his sword, offering a passive hand glowing gold, which formed the alliance between the players. "Truce?" "Truce." Blue hopped out of the tent, immediately feeling the warmth V was irradiating leaving his body. Swinging against the trees skilfully, V just eyed him. "Wait!" Pausing he hung off the tree by his arms, twisting over to face his new teammate. With a raised brow, he glared at V impatiently. "I don't have a baboon skill like you do. So, carry me." "It's not a game skill, I learnt it."

My heart does back flips in my chest when I see her in a one of combat with my Delta, Kyle. What the fuck! Ashanti has got fighting skills? She’s interested in combat. Now, that is something I would never have guessed. I watch in amusement as Kyle tries to throw a left punch but she ducks and lands him a right in his ribs, but he’s a Delta so that doesn’t do anything to him. He simply laughs and holds the right hand that’s still connected to his ribs and flips her to the floor. I almost run into the arena when he straps his legs over body, pinning her to the ground.

“You mean this isn’t a full speed race down a straight road? My bad.” “I’ve seen you behind a wheel,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You can definitely swing.” His voice was close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Vera tried to focus but standing in front of him like this, with his hands brushing her elbows as he corrected her posture, was not helping her game face. “Feet shoulder width apart,” Asher instructed, gently nudging her left foot. “Grip it like this, yeah, exactly.” He wrapped his hands lightly around hers, guiding the motion. “And now, nice and slow... like this.”

Damon The scent of sweat and oil hit me before I opened the door. The royal training hall was half-lit, the overhead lanterns casting long shadows across the stone floor. Weapons lined the walls—blunted swords, spears, and staff. The air was thick with the sharp metallic tang of old blood and the raw musk of exertion. Asher was already there. He moved with loose precision, shirt hanging open, skin gleaming with sweat as he drove a punishing series of strikes into a battered practice dummy. His fists moved fast, disciplined.

At least five men were joining them: two were on a duel with torn boxing gloves, three were training with age-old guns, hitting drawn torsos on used sofa chairs. After Damon warned them, there were no more passive comments that were uttered after. They focused on their individual trainings. While Asher paid attention to learning archery, Norton tried training with double knives. Damon however, didn’t train with weapons. Instead, he worked on his agility. He has the skills on the weapons already, what he needed is to keep his strength and focus until the time rans out. Until the challenge is done. Last night, it was the struggle he wrestled with.