Gym Skills Blue Ash Novels & Stories

Zara said. "Yes," Lyra said. "She held the small one for fourteen seconds." Zara and Caleb exchanged the look over their respective work. "Fourteen seconds is impressive," Caleb said. "It is," Lyra confirmed. She went to the living room where Esme was in her play gym, which she had recently been regarding with the critical eye of a person who had thoughts about the available options. Lyra sat down beside her with the specific quality of someone settling in for a significant undertaking.

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.

I had really begun to enjoy learning yoga from Celly. "Oh. Do you think C Bug would teach me yoga?" Ashley asked. "Maybe. We can ask her. But you have to develop some stamina so keep going." Ashley walked a little faster on the treadmill. I picked up a weight and started doing biceps curls. "What are you doing?" Ashley asked. "Biceps curls. It builds strength in the upper arm." "Oh. How long do I need to walk?" "Today, ten minutes. Tomorrow, fifteen minutes." I said as I switched arms with the weight.

"Game time, ladies. See those assholes at the bar? The ones trying to peek under your dresses?" Sure enough, a cluster of burly guys were stealing glances, beers paused mid-sip. "Give 'em what they want… but just a taste," Asher said, his hand sliding up my thigh under the table. "Catch their eye, then spread your legs a little. Show off that pretty pierced pussy, but remember, it's ours tonight." Blue-Linda smirked, crossing her legs dramatically before uncrossing them slowly. "You boys are devils. But fine, watch this." She locked eyes with one biker, parting her knees just enough to flash him. His jaw dropped, and he elbowed his buddy.

Training began, as usual, professor Xander had us practicing defensive moves. Ashley launched a feint to my right. My reaction was instinctive, a shoulder block deflecting the blow. But she, anticipating the move, spun on her heel, aiming a sharp kick towards my side. Training kicked in for me. With a well-practiced slide, I evaded the kick, coming up in a crouch, ready to counter.

At the back of Wyatt's mansion was a big building that housed the gym and a lot of things I'm yet to know. Asher revealed that the building also had a pool to practice swimming. Although Oswald and Wyatt had entered the gym with us, by the time we began practicing, I couldn't see the two "Since the madman is teaching you combat skills..." "Don't call my Rex a madman," I growled angrily and glared at Asher, interrupting him. How dare he call Rex a madman? Asher snorted. "Have you seen him fight before? No." He retorted knowingly. Oh, the nickname was derived from his fighting skills. I guess Rex had shocking fighting skills. Yes, he had always had

"Until tomorrow, then." I turned and walked away with one last glance over my shoulder, my pulse racing, my emotions tangled in a mess. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, everything will change. ****** Ashley's POV I tightened my grip on the wooden stick as it rolled within my fingers while I shifted weight from one leg to the other, feeling my muscles ache due to hours of practice. Though sweat clung to my skin, the evening breeze brushed across me, its coolness offering a little respite from the heat produced by training. I twirled the stick once more, much more confident now, and a little smirk danced on my lips. "I think I'm finally getting the hang of this," I said, the slight, satisfied tinge in my v

I notice Ash look around; his eyes focusing as his ears flex while he adjusts to his surroundings, practising on retraining his senses as he listens to the wildlife of the night explode around us. When Ash is finally satisfied with his significant improvement, getting better with each trial we tested as his responses quicken, we finally decide to spend the next hour playfully sparring. As we chase one another across the pitch, we blissfully lose ourselves while we embrace an overdue moment that we had all spoken about for so long, content as Raven and Fara cheer us on in the background.

When Sparks Clash AZARIA POV Ashley had this irritating thing of dragging me into things I had conspired nothing with before. And by annoying, I mean, from time to time even life-saving. Like today. ‘Come on, Azaria,’ she had said after school, virtually pulling my arm off. “We will have to check out the newly introduced training gadgets. They’ve just changed them, the motion sensors, they’ve added a bit of an AI dummy which will kind of adjust to your level of power.”