Sparring Ring Or Infirmary Novels & Stories

I add. He glances over. “Even at that. But that’s not a worry of ours, we’re far from human lands. Plus, there’s been an ongoing peace treaty for decades.” “Hm.” My jaw drops as we take the last step into the large space. There’s a makeshift sparring ring at one corner, gym equipments take up the center of the room. And a small glass room with rows of knives, and targets. “Wow,” Kael gasps eyes wide. He squirms in Cassian’s arms to be put down.

The auditorium was completely cleared out. The security tape was used to make a perimeter of about a hundred square feet for each participant to fight in. A lot of blunt weapons were set on the side of the ring. From halberds to daggers, every single possible weapon could be seen there. Harvey York calmly walked toward the thirty-ninth ring. He squinted at the surveillance camera on top of him before looking at Kori on the forty-first ring. Then, he rested his hand on the ready button beside him.

"I'll be back later." "That's what every obsessed mate says." Ignoring her laughter, I slipped out before she could continue. The southern training grounds weren't far from the Packhouse. The closer I got, the louder the sounds became, the clashing weapons, shouted commands, the sharp crack of practice staff colliding. By the time I reached the perimeter fence, dozens of warriors were gathered around the main sparring ring. My pulse immediately quickened. Damon stood inside the ring and even from a distance he was impossible to miss. His black training shirt stretched across broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to his elbows while he barked instructions to the warriors surrounding him. Beside him

They hauled me out into the dark, freezing hallway before I could even brush my hair. The bitter morning air bit deep into my exposed skin. Escorting me roughly across the damp courtyard, the guards shoved me through the tall chain-link gates of the lower training facility. Harsh floodlights illuminated a massive ring of packed dirt and loose sand. Several heavily muscled Gamma wolves were already there, stretching their thick limbs and cracking their knuckles. The smell of wet earth and aggressive testosterone was suffocating. Standing dead center in the dirt ring was Todd. He held a thick wooden sparring staff, tapping it rhythmically against his thigh.

“And sparring accidents happen all the time. There’s always someone who dislocates or breaks something, so no matter when they came in, we’d have medical needs. We could even rotate and have students coming in every week. We’d have to figure out the limit, we wouldn’t want too many at once because then they wouldn’t get the hand’s on training they need, but…that’s a fantastic idea.” We looked at the hospital layout and realized that the side of the building where both Piper and I were attacked is unused, even during wartime.

This was one recruit that I would keep my eye on because he had promise. “What is the protocol for sparring?” I asked a girl in the front of the second line. Her eyes turned toward me as she batted her eyelashes. Oh, she was going to be one of those people. Good to know. I loved making examples out of people like this. Most of the time they begged to be taken off my roster but never approved. I was one of the toughest trainers we had, and she would learn that quickly. “We are to spar in pairs. The only rule is to not go for a kill shot. Anything else is acceptable, sir,” she said with an emphasis on the last word.

She grinned and stepped back, motioning to the canvas below her feet “Step into my office” Like a zombie, I obeyed, stripping off my jacket and shirt first before climbing through the ropes Inside, I stared across at my soulmate, who was clenching and un-clenching her fists and grinning rather wickedly. “What now?” I asked although I already knew. “Now, you spar with me and if you win, I’ll do more than give you my number” she paused and smiled at me “I’ll go home with you” Dimly, I heard Seth call out to me, his voice panicked “don’t do it bro! She’ll rip you to shreds and that’s just putting it lightly”

with Ali's fuming father shouting at the top of his voice telling than to stop, while Amy and the servants did their best to intervene and separate them. One thing led to another and an ear pearling scream was head throughout the living room, Amy had been stabbed on the side of the stomach with a broken alcohol bottle. She lay in agony on the floor crying while everyone watched in horror. Drunk Amir was holding the broken glass. Heh had intended to Stan Ali but Amy got in the way. Then he simply ignored her and charged at Ali who retrieved attempting to save her sister. It became a commotion again, till everyone saw Mr Al masi clutch his left arm just below the shoulder in pain, his face

“Alright.” We walked in silence, boots crunching over gravel, the air thick with the heavy scent of dust and sweat from the day’s drills. The private training ground was a smaller, enclosed arena behind the main yard—no onlookers, no distractions. Just two people and the ring. We stepped inside, and Ronan tossed me a wooden sparring sword. “Warm up,” he ordered, already shrugging out of his cloak. We circled each other for a moment before the first clash of wood against wood echoed in the space. It was familiar—comforting, even.

I say, turning away but leaving my door open. I hear her knock as softly as she possibly can. “Meadow?” she calls, her voice barely above a whisper. I shake my head and go to my suitcase that I never unpacked yesterday. I grab my sparring clothes which consist of spandex boy shorts, and a basic spandex sports bra. I don’t bother with shoes. I don’t use them when I spar. No one in my family or any of the Guardian families do.