Novel & Cerita Marksman Training Oblivion

They also wear their teams’ respective colors as armbands. They have goggles but there’s a strict no-headshots rule. They will have headlamps on, too, as night falls, but everyone is instructed to aim a couple of feet below, in the chest area. Finally, they carry backpacks with junk (mostly water) inside so each weighs exactly 35 kilos. For the “authentic” training exercise experience, according to Colonel Anders. Kate took the opportunity to empty her closet and desk in the dorm. Right before they mustered at 1900. Yssy saw that she was indeed determined to push through with her escape plan.

She shouted, her loud scary voice echoing around the concrete room as Taylor came in with a black bag which she dropped on the ground beside Lambo. Taylor is the gang logistics coordinator, she's in charge of the weapons, so she controls the artillery. She opened the bag, and the trainees started stepping out one by one to get their guns. "Face the dartboards!" Lambo ordered, and the forty trainees turned swiftly to the dartboards on the wall, aiming for the bullseye. "Now make sure your f**king arms are on the right, if you fail to hit the dartboard, you're dead!" Lambo thundered again, and some of them began peeing on themselves as they reset their guns on the bullseye.

the senior officer said, facing the two, "1st Lieutenant Margarette Gunnar here informs me that you two mages are interested in joining a marksmanship drill?" "Yes sir." Dorin replied sharply, "If you would allow it, sir." Seb simply nodded at the officer. "Do you have something to say, boy?" Drill Sergeant Robinson says to the silent Seb. "This is Sebastian Revius, sir, he has been unable to speak following a childhood trauma," explained Mar. Dorin looked at Seb, surprised. "Is that so? Then a salute will do," said the drill sergeant, to which the two replied with a smart salute.

My jaw tightens, but before I can argue, he adds, “What I can send are people. Trained ones. I’ve got a handful of marksmen who’ve been running perimeter drills since they were old enough to carry a weapon. They’re good, disciplined, fast, quiet. I’ll lend them to you. They’ll stay under your command until your territory’s secure.” Callen’s eyes flick toward me. It’s not the deal we wanted, but it’s better than nothing. In fact, it might even be better than we planned. Fully trained marksmen are exactly what we need; we just need to hope they don’t see anything through their scopes that we’d rather keep hidden. I nod once. “That’ll do. Thank you.” Josh’s lips twitch into the faintest smile.

(Kane) The facility was a graveyard of abandoned gear and chemical foam. Miller’s tactical squad hadn’t been trained for a kinetic breach in zero-visibility conditions; they had been trained to monitor sensor pings and follow the light-bars. When the mist hit, they were nothing more than blind men stumbling through a labyrinth, and we were the predators who owned the dark.

Because there was nothing left for him to lose. And maybe… Just maybe… He’d find a way to kill the ghosts that haunted him. Even if he had to fly straight into hell to do it. Liam woke to the shrill whistle of the drill sergeant at exactly 4 AM. There was no sunrise here. No peaceful mornings. Only darkness, sweat, and orders. The combat pilot training program was infamous for breaking the strongest men. But Liam Blackwood was already broken. There was nothing left to destroy. The training base was located in the heart of nowhere—an isolated desert turned into a brutal simulation of hell. Days blurred into nights.

The dome is translucent and I’m able to control the material of the barrier, while also shifting the environment within the dome from the vast greenery to a training room of black walls. Neo Grave was filled with all kinds of weapons, even prototypes. Ranging from target practice to combat, there were even simulations for individuals to practice their shooting skills in a more realistic environment. Sadly, when you kill a simulation, there is no blood, and that was rather disappointing. “Are you really going to let Valeria and Bellatrix fight, hand-to-hand combat.” Maddox exclaimed, growling in disapproval. “This is fucked up, even for you.” That itching flares under my skin, causing my gums

“When you face me, don’t kill me. Play scared. Take a hit that won’t cut deep. When you get the chance, fall — and make it convincing. Do it right and you’ll earn a bed farther from the line.” His pupils widened. “And if I refuse?” “You’ll be fine,” I lied. Not about harm, but about the risk of being seen as colluding. Kaden could twist anything into use. We trained twice, small drills, until the moves lived in muscle. The boys learned to fall and to look terrified. Thea taught an angle that would hurt but not kill. Vera taught wind and balance. I taught how to take a blow without letting the sound of pain punch through. Night came. The arena filled with smoke and cheap wine and faces hungry

Maybe I was stronger than I thought. The next morning, I woke up sore all over from the training, but I was eager to continue. When I met Marcus at the training grounds, he had a different exercise planned. "Today we're going to work on awareness," he said. "A good fighter needs to be able to sense what's happening around them, even when they're focused on one opponent." He blindfolded me and had me stand in the center of the training area while he and two other pack members moved around me quietly.

The confrontation with Jeremy was no longer a distant threat lurking in the background—it was an approaching storm, darkening the horizon with every passing hour. Each training session had become a grueling test of endurance and willpower. Travis pushed his body beyond its limits, his muscles aching from relentless drills and sparring matches. His every movement was fueled by an unyielding vow to protect Lena, their son Logan, and the entire Dusk Hunters pack. The sharp clang of steel meeting steel echoed through the training grounds, accompanied by the barked command of stewards and the grunts of determination. The absence of Jasper, now on his own perilous quest, was a dull ache in the bac