Oblivion Heavy Armor Training Novels & Stories

My arms held out as a silent Null attendant tightened the straps across my chest. Snap. The buckle dug into my ribs. "Too tight," I gasped. "It needs to be tight," Barzil's voice rumbled from behind me. "Loose gear catches on debris. If you get snagged in the Foundry, you die." He walked around me. Inspecting the fit with a critical eye. He was already fully armored—a mountain of black steel and red cape. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster the mothers in the Dregs used to frighten their children into silence.

It seems like that fight took a lot out of her. "That was hard. How do you keep this up the whole time?" complained Reya as she rested on the forest floor. She was currently sprawled out on the floor, breathing heavily. "Practice. You gotta do it both in-game and in reality. Otherwise, I'd probably end up looking like you now after every fight." As he said this, Kirou couldn't help but admire how his prototype armor looked on Reya. Since this is a game, apparently armor of all types can be equipped by both sexes.

Octavia Pov Right now I stand in the training ground looking at what is in front of me. “Are you guys serious?” I asked, looking at them Helena, Lillian and Jared were there too. “Yes Octavia, now let me explain it to you. You start by carrying these very heavy tires to that end. The tyres have heavy stones inside so it will be more heavy, you need to build up your strength. Then you move onto the next one. You see that rope that is connected to the other big tire. You have to drag it with all your strength, and move it out of your way. The next and final one is that punching bag. It is sand and stones that are inside. We will all throw it at you, you have to avoid it or push it with all you

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.

There were military grade guns that contained silver bullets and a variety of daggers and knives that were dipped in the same silver. The walls were covered with weapons and armor that varied from size to style. Both men were impressed as the heavy door slammed closed causing Brady to jump. "Oh wow." He admired the room as Landrews walked towards a specific section with training armor. "We are starting off with hand to hand combat. You two have to get used to our armor which is very heavy. This training gear helps you get used to some extra weight as you fight." He pulled two pairs off the wall and threw them in their direction. Celus caught his with ease, Brady fumbling over it before final

the Queen dismissed, and quietly the advisors nodded and left her chamber. ~ Back in the vast, barren training grounds of the Western Region, preparations for the impending war were ongoing. Hundreds of soldiers moved in unison, their bodies glistening with sweat as they trained under the scorching midday sun. Dirt and sweat mixed with the exhaustion on their faces, but none of them showed signs of stopping. They were driven not by discipline or loyalty but by the dark magic that pulsed through their veins — the Bloodstone Amulet’s grip, coupled with the Soulbane Drug had ensured their compliance. Their bodies would only stop when it was about to drop or when they were at the brink of dehydr

She left an hour before midnight, saying that she's sleepy. I spent an hour training alone, thinking about how will this mission goes. I mean, in a mission, you don't know if it's going to succeed or not, you don't know if you're going to be killed or not, you don't know what obstacles will we have to face. I ended up ruining 2 good punch bags. I sighed, I think it's enough for the night. I pick up my towel and water bottle and turned off the light. Just as I was about to leave the training room, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I walked closed and peeked in to see Sir Hunder and Barlion fighting. I ma certain that they were in the middle of a training but it looked so aggressive, as if they were trying to kill each other. Sir Hunder wore a full armor yet he was still keeping his stance perfect as he swung his sword from left to right. Barlion on the other hand looked like he was close to giving up. He had his top off and from the way the leather vest was left discarded at the center of the training hall, I could imagine that he had ripped it off of his body at the hit of the moment.

"Put that on and get to the training yard. The warriors need their armor scrubbed and the blood washed from the sparring mats. Move!" I stripped off my torn, bloodied shirt with shaking hands and pulled the rough burlap over my head. The coarse fabric scraped against my hypersensitive skin, making me want to scream, but I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I grabbed the heavy wooden bucket of lye and stumbled out the back doors into the biting winter wind. The Alpha training yard was a sprawling, fenced-in arena of packed dirt, melting snow, and absolute brutality.

POV Aria The next day. The underground training hall looked different today. The walls were reinforced with special glowing runes that Dad drew himself, preventing any damage from leaking outside. Dad stood in the center, wearing his combat gear. His aura was heavy and serious. "Today, we are not just training your muscles or your energy control," Dad said, his voice echoing in the large room. "Today, we are training your senses and your combat instinct. You need to learn how to fight without using your powers first. Because an enemy can block your energy, but they cannot block your skill."