Novel & Cerita Oblivion Heavy Armor Training

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

"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.

“This thing is too heavy! It’s controlling me!” Xlynor folded his arms. “First of all, your training gear shouldn’t be controlling you,” he said. “You should be controlling it.” “I’d rather take it off,” I murmured, already trying to take off the armor. “I’d like to see you try,” he muttered. I knew that tone. He wasn't just saying it, he was issuing a warning and I knew better than to disobey. I grumbled under my breath but said nothing. At that, he shook his head. “At this point, I doubt you’d even be able to land a strike.”

Zara’s P.O.V The fortress woke before the sun. Steel clashed in the training yard as warriors honed their blades, the rhythm of combat echoing against ancient stone. The scent of sweat and iron hung in the air, sharp and unrelenting. I stood at the center of it all. Barefoot. Unarmed. Unyielding. My cloak lay discarded on the sidelines, replaced by a fitted training tunic. Bruises blossomed along my arms, silent proof of the trials I had already endured. And the ones yet to come.

A small sigh escaped her lips, but this time, it wasn't out of frustration. It was anticipation. Ding! {The package also includes weapons the Host will gradually train with over time, ranging from firearms to spears and bows. These will be revealed when the Host completes the basic training phase.} Ivy straightened slightly. "Weapons too…" she whispered, her tone thoughtful. {Military training is not just about learning how to fight. It is a complete system designed to transform an individual into a disciplined, adaptable, and combat-ready entity.}

The workers, mostly older wolves, bowed slightly as Oliver walked past, their hands skillfully cutting and shaping pieces for armor and clothing. Ali whistled. "I take back what I said earlier. This? This is where the ancient vibes kick in. You guys still make your own armor? I get more amazed with every section. This is a place I’d like to live in; it’s full of great vibes." Oliver smirked. "Tradition and necessity. Leather reinforced with enchantments makes for excellent protection." Ali shook his head in disbelief as they moved on, passing training grounds where young wolves sparred, and their movements were swift and lethal. The air was filled with grunts, the clashing of weapons, and th

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

It was not as if he had a choice. Tristan's training intensified, his skills honed in hand-to-hand combat, fencing, and marksmanship. Instructors pushed him to his limits, employing diverse tactics. Athena's face flashed in his mind, her love and support fueling his determination. Tristan gritted his teeth, focusing on the task. Next, he faced the "Mind Room," where mental fortitude was tested. Puzzles, strategy games, and psychological manipulation challenged him. Director Arlo instructed, "Conquer your inner demons and you'll emerge stronger."

They were about Alpha Duiane and he was my guardian and he was in charge of my wellbeing. Dumbstruck, I walked away from the kitchen and crossed the halls, walking aimlessly to begin with, until I heard the sound of steel against steel outside. I stood, looking out from the big window overlooking the training grounds. There they were, Alpha Duiane and his men. They wore slender black armor, made to fit their bodies, their silhouettes flitting like ghosts among the battle. The ring of metal to metal carrying across the grass like a psalm to war, each strike sharp, hard, unblemished.

a deep, frantic roar echoed through the darkness. ​Before she could even steady her vision, a pair of massive, muscular arms wrapped violently around her, lifting her bodily off the cold metal floor. Julian’s raw, physical frame completely enveloped her, his large, calloused hands shaking slightly as he pulled her tight against his broad, solid chest. He wasn't wearing the simulated high-tech tungsten power armor anymore—he was in his heavy leather and Kevlar tactical combat harness, his body heat radiating through the freezing dark like a blast furnace. His gray eyes burned with a manic, territorial desperation as his fingers tangled in her hair, pinning her head against his neck with an un