Marksman Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

The training grounds also housed state-of-the-art equipment and obstacle courses designed to challenge and push our limits. Alpha Darwin introduced me to our esteemed training instructor, Marcus, who had been instrumental in guiding our pack members to achieve their fullest potential. Marcus, a seasoned warrior himself, emphasized the importance of discipline and teamwork in our training sessions. He explained how our physical prowess and unity as a pack were vital for our survival and success.

"Ma...dd... He choked and struggled with the rope, his legs dangling in the air. He started bleeding from the mouth, his veins mapping his face and sweat sheening his skin. His skin was already turning bright red. Madden brought out his gun, checking out the barrel and taking a look at the bloody bullet again. "We're the only two of the Orlovs who use guns almost everyday, which is why our styles and bullets are different. I use red-tip bullets, you use black bullets. Every bullet shot at us during the mission were black. If you're going to doublecross me, you should do it well at least... You're ruining my reputation, and it's upsetting." he snarled.

"Come on, there's no training today!" A surge of luckiness rose in the hearts of the special forces. They had always needed to resort to all sorts of methods to dodge the pursuit of the lasers, not to mention they also needed to dodge those mechanical arms that would pop out and spray bullets at them. Rowan did not upgrade their clearance level, allowing them to take in all of the attacks, euphemistically calling it "training." Even Rowan himself had to dodge the hidden lasers step by step to reach that house. But that Nicole...

“Ten minutes. If you aren’t at the extraction point in ten minutes, I will level this entire estate to the ground.” The moment they moved apart, chaos erupted. Mavric fired precision shots at the garden lights, plunging the area into total darkness. He moved like a shadow himself the result of years of rigorous private military training, skills he rarely displayed in the corporate world. Marcus and his men opened fire, but Mavric had already vanished into the maze of thick shrubbery and hedges. The whistle of bullets striking marble statues echoed around them, creating the atmosphere of a real, brutal battlefield.

LOW-STATUS SPOUSE. Jack exhaled once. "Of course." The white wall opened. Four men came through wearing tactical gear without faces. Their movements were too smooth, too procedural. Not Source correction figures in full. Mortal bodies overwritten by role commands. Marcus raised his pistol. The loudspeaker spoke again. Marcus Thorne. Function: obey contracted authority. Marcus fired into the nearest faceless mask. The bullet vanished into white. The figure did not slow. Jack grabbed Marcus's arm and pulled him sideways as a deletion beam cut the air where his head had been.

I slightly nodded my head and looked at Mavis who was smiling slightly. "Wait, if training's now over, what were you guys doing here so early?" Mavis asked them. "Well ... " Daryl started off beginning to rub the back of his neck. "We have a routine, once a month Beta Marcus ends the training session with a practice ambush attack, in which we literally have to crawl through hedges and thorn bushes, and I for one do not like to have to be pulling out thorns from my flesh after a training session." Ryan explained.

He said before turning around himself and looking at each of the members behind him. “Cain and Abel back here are the lead trainers in combatives. They will teach you the most up-to-date ways to not only kill your opponent, but will also train you in how to detain your opponent. Their mates, Remington and Reign, are your instructions in modern weapons and homeopathic medicine.” He said, and the four stepped forward and watched as the very pregnant women were tucked in tightly to each of them men. After a couple of seconds, they stepped back into line.

"The training officially begins now. It's jungle shooting. Within this jungle, there will be 80 trained soldiers, including all the instructors from Scorpion Island. As long as you can survive their attacks without being eliminated, you will pass." The eight men looked helpless. They had to face ten opponents, all of them elite instructors. It seemed like a setup to annihilate them all. Sensing their low morale, Catherine decided to inject them with a dose of encouragement. "I won't participate!" Three simple words relieved the tension in their hearts. Even Branden secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Catherine was formidable, and with his current injuries, he couldn't guarantee victory again

She sighed, “We began land warfare training. It was hardcore, Ivan. I was paired up with Nathan and we were a team. We were trained equally, but I am what you call an Enforcer and Nathan is a Shadower. He’s good at everything else except blades. I, on the other hand, am good with everything you can think of.” “You are? Explain, love.” I asked. “Not only can I handle any type of blade you can think of, but I am also good with any projectile weapon. I earned my marksmanship training as a top shooter with Nathan. We were trained to be stealthy, taking clandestine missions to exterminate our target. I was taught to take blows and heal fast, but at the same time deliver twice the damage to my ene

Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano. Led by Gamma Darius, the fighters of Tribiano trained with determination. They trained in the thick forests around the town, where the tall trees offered both hiding spots and challenges. Each day, the sounds of swords clashing, fighters shouting, and bodies hitting the ground reverberated through the woods. Darius pushed them to excel, expecting nothing short of perfection. They worked on their fighting abilities, sharpened their senses, and reinforced their unity as a team. The warriors were taught to not only rely on their physical strength but also on their instinct