Light Armor Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

He glanced at the piercing sun and added, “Now sprint to the tire. Flip it until you move it off the field.” James sighed a weary breath and took off for where the large, tractor tire sat baking in the sun almost forty yards away. He was already exhausted from the last few hours of training and his shirtless body was completely drenched in sweat. After each simulated fight, Blakeney would make him run sprints, flip the tire numerous times, do walking lunges, ridiculous amounts of push-ups, or whatever else the older man could think up in order to push his body to the limit. With almost a month of this extreme training behind him, he had easily packed on ten pounds of lean muscle; his body ha

The next day and the days after a the Eyrotian army trained intensely. Day and night the soldiers trained and planned strategies. Basten, Teo and Dan were the youngest soldiers in the army but we’re given no preferential treatment. Odoi was in charge of their training since he was now a respected member of the army. He recognized Teo’s ability with the dagger and placed him in the league of a special army section called Shadow hunters. They were known as crawlers who moved in the shadows of the enemy, causing serious damages in the enemy’s barracks. Dan was more proficient with the bow and arrow, Odoi assigned him to the Archers' league where he was put under vigorous training in the use of

The trainers. We draw closer, and I can’t help but stare at the two men standing next to Tobias, Felix, Baxter, Jasper, and Marcus. These must be the Elite trainers. They’re absolutely massive, with physiques that would put most warriors to shame. The taller one has a build so immense I’m fairly sure his bicep is the same size as my thigh. His short, dark hair glints under the sun, and his expression is a blend of calm authority and quiet amusement. The shorter one, no less intimidating, has an air of no-nonsense intensity, his sharp gaze scanning the group like a hawk. His scowl deepens as he notices us approaching.

This was a giant barracks and training arena, home to the tower's elite forces—the Sentinel Guard. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of cultivators in jet-black armor were training in perfect formations under the dim light of crystals embedded in the high ceiling. Their auras were cold, uniform, and lethal. There was no individuality, no personal arrogance. All that existed was a human war machine moving as a single entity, every motion a reflection of a brutal and unforgiving discipline.

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows over the walls, which were filled with rows of weapons: silver daggers, guns with silver bullets, chains, cuffs, throwing stars, and even an entire wall of swords. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a training room. This felt like a war zone. Damon strode toward the centre without a second glance at the weapons. “Your gear,” he said, tossing something at me. I caught it clumsily, looking down to find a pair of black leather trousers, a bralette, a tank top, and a simple hair tie. I arched a brow. “Seriously?” Damon smirked. “You’ll need to move freely.” I opened my mouth to argue but thought better of it. The last thing I needed was to train in heels and

When S‑03 overcommitted to a kick, Lys slid in under it and swept her standing leg—an ugly, effective motion that felt entirely too much like how Dima had taught her to take down larger opponents. She didn’t remember Dima. Her body did. S‑03 hit the mat a second time. “Enough,” the trainer said. “Range.” *** The firing line reeked of oil and heated metal. Pistols, carbines, and modular rigs lined the racks in neat, satisfying rows. The trainer plucked a sidearm free and tossed it. Lys’s hand closed around the grip without looking, fingers finding the right place, thumb releasing the safety in a single, fluid movement.

— Final Bastion - Pilot: Deadeye Role: Reconnaissance Loadout: Universal Mechanics “Watchman” Light Scout Chassis [B] Terra Nach Mar “OneShot” M204 LR [A] Universal Mechanics “Cloudpiercer” Advanced Sensor Package SM [B] - Pilot: Broadlance Role: Defense Loadout: Universal Mechanics “Bulwark” Heavy Sentry Chassis [A] Universal Mechanics 120mm Grenade Launcher [C] Universal Mechanics Rocket Pod SM [C]

_*]:min-w-0"> The grounds were on the east side of campus. Abandoned after some war Luna didn't know the details of. Cracked stone. Overgrown grass. Equipment rusted and broken. _*]:min-w-0"> Perfect for secret training without faculty interference. _*]:min-w-0"> Ryder emerged from the shadows. He looked different out of his usual training gear. Dark clothes. Hair messy. Less mentor, more partner. _*]:min-w-0"> "You're early."

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

Dark fitted training leathers designed for movement. Practical. Comfortable. Deadly. I tied my hair back firmly, glancing once in the mirror before leaving. No silver dress. No Luna. No polished illusion. Just Leah. Or whatever version of her was being forged here. When I arrived at the training grounds, the atmosphere struck me immediately. Massive. Open. Brutal. This was no polished ceremonial arena. This was Tombstone. Stone platforms scarred by years of combat. Weapon racks lining the outer edges.