Oblivion Heavy Armor Training Novels & Stories

They exuded an air of discipline and readiness, embodying their duty to protect the Kingdom. "Where did they get the armour?" I asked Adam. "It came with them, handed down through the families," he answered. Richard, one of the more seasoned guard members, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on me with wholehearted respect. "Your majesty, it is an honour to have you train with us," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of tradition. "Your pack Gamma set us up for training. He will teach us various combat techniques and strategies, both offensive and defensive. We are all looking forward to learning and honing our abilities."

The Citadel's western courtyard echoed with the clash of steel as Rex and his companions trained in the afternoon sun. Three concentric circles had been marked on the flagstones with chalk—battle formations designed to maximize their individual strengths. Rex moved through the center circle, golden energy crackling along his sword as he parried attacks from multiple directions. Cassius and Dilo flanked him, their movements synchronized after hours of practice. The purple discoloration had receded from Dilo's arm, though the healers warned the void corruption had left permanent damage—a network of dark veins that glowed faintly whenever she channelled her battle rage.

The weight of this expectation is both a privilege and a burden. Our training sessions are grueling, pushing me to my physical and mental limits. My father believes that only through rigorous discipline and constant practice can I become the protector the world needs. We spar relentlessly, honing my combat skills and teaching me to anticipate my opponent's every move. He instills in me the importance of strategy, reminding me that true strength lies not only in physical prowess but also in intelligence and adaptability.

She’s moving quickly, and in just a few moments Gamma Everly comes to a stop beside me, breathing heavily. “Sorry I’m late,” she says, setting down the large bundle of leather she’s been holding. “I wanted to snag some armor for you for today’s training session.” I examine the pile on the bench next to me. “Do I need armor?” I ask. “All warriors in a duel have the option to wear armor, if they so choose. Of course, every warrior has their preferences. I brought it for you so you could try. Are you ready to start your training?” Gamma Everly asks, already walking out onto the field.

Strategy markers were laid out across the ground, formations shifting as commands were called. This was what made Blackridge dangerous. Not just power. Preparation. Discipline. The Warrior stood at the edge of the field, physically present with the pack, arms crossed as he observed. His eyes met mine briefly, and I felt the tether tighten. Watch, he advised. He will reveal himself through habit. Liora blew her whistle, sharp and commanding. “Dummies to center. Elite drill. No holding back.” Massive reinforced training dummies were hauled into position, enchanted to withstand Alpha-level strikes.

Blind Ivan explained, “These Transformation warriors must put on thirty-six sets of Preitium Armor. Then, you must arrange them into standing in the Hedge Formation, which was made up of living men to protect the young master as he attempts to enter the Devil’s Eye. “At that time, these individuals will have no choice but to use their bodies to block off the majority of the hellish lava’s erosion for the young master. In this case, his chances of passing through the Devil’s Eye into Helsby Mountain will increase by eighty percent by following through with this method.

The Eastern Highlands was no longer quiet. From the moment the warning had been sounded, the fortress-city stirred like a great beast waking from slumber. The clang of the blacksmith’s hammer rang in steady rhythm from the lower yards, turning raw steel into the spears, swords, and arrowheads the pack would soon need. The scent of oil and leather hung heavy as armorers fitted warriors with reinforced chest plates and bracers. Lucian Wolfe stalked the training yard like a shadow, watching his wolves drill. His voice cut through the cool morning air, sharp and commanding.

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 representative patiently replied, "Please don't worry, Ms. Ashford. How about you return your incubus to us, and we will send out a new one to you as soon as possible? The new one should arrive in about seven days." As soon as the words appeared on the chat screen, the bathroom door opened, and Riven walked out with just a white bathrobe thrown over his shoulders. Water droplets slid down his well-defined chin and dripped onto his chest and abs before being absorbed into the bathrobe. I gulped softly. Riven was exactly my type. He was supposed to be custom-made for me, but he ended up being faulty instead. "Let me observe him for a while longer. If he doesn't improve, then I'll consider

“Just like you, they have also trained to refine their strengths.” “The ambush clearly showcased the talents.” I complimented. He gave a curt nod as we stepped into the elevator. “I’ll show you the training bases, although I think you would prefer the top level.” A hint of teasing in his voice. Bjorn gave a short introduction to each level, the first floor was dedicated to combat training, the second floor was for survival training that was more the artistry of camouflage, and the third floor was for weaponry and explosives. Why did the Rebel’s Creed remind me of Lazarus’s training ground Neo Grave?