Sparring Ring Or Infirmary Novels & Stories

I brace my foot on his other side in case he tries to flip us again. He struggles for a minute before sighing and tapping the ground three times. I get up, brush myself off, and walk away to assess the others who are sparring. I help a couple of them correct minor things here and there, but they are well-trained overall. I let them continue sparring for a few more minutes before I walk back up to the group. "Alright, finish up your matches. Let's get back to weapons," I announce Everyone does as they're told, but the one with a missing eye stands. I think that I heard her name was Marie?

I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself. I stilled as I felt a presence. Slowly, I swirled, but no one was in the room with me. I walked to the sparring circle that dominated the centre of the room, the outer rim marked by faint runes. Those were…Containment runes. I had seen them somewhere, so I could easily remember what it was. I tried to imagine what his training would be like. He was bloody and out of control, hence the containment rune to keep him in check. Also, there was very much evidence in the battered dummies in one corner of the room.

Hunt already has big plans on how to elevate the pack and I can tell he’s looking forward to all the changes. The training pit is just a wide, circular area of dirt with a white ring around acting as a boundary. Leather dummies and weapons have been pushed to the side to make room, though everyone is allowed to use a weapon if they choose. Normally, during training, we wouldn’t use the ring but since these are singular sparring battles, it comes in handy. Anyone who is thrown or steps out of the line is considered the loser.