Sparring Ring Or Infirmary Novels & Stories

Unlike a normal gym, though, it didn't have equipment for exercise or even a single piece of apparatus like a treadmill. From where I stood, groups of twos loitered the arena. Some groups had a man sparring with another man, a woman with another woman, or a few with a woman and a man fighting as though they wanted to kill the other. It was gruesome. It almost made me want to never get into a match with them.

Center of mass slightly forward. Her mind watched that, a half‑step behind, and wondered when she’d practiced it. *** The training hall was bigger. Same antiseptic brightness, but this space at least acknowledged bodies might hit the floor. Mats in one section. A firing line opposite, weapons racks neat against the wall. In the middle, a sensor grid in the floor and ceiling, VR rigs dangling like skeletal helmets. Four Sirens were already moving through a sparring pattern on the mats. Kicks, strikes, blocks—crisp and economical. At the range, two others fired in controlled, monotonous bursts.

And I didn’t want to be here when he came back. I waited as the room around me lived and breathed with others—other students groaning softly from healing poultices, the clink of vials being moved across trays, and the shuffling of worn slippers against the floor. Despite everything, the infirmary wasn't silent. "How many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t my fault?" a boy muttered from the cot to my left. His voice was scratchy with sleep or sulking. "It was a sparring match, not a duel."

Alexandra snapped at her perverted best friend. "My bad." Jordan laughed took her hands off. All this grinding had a sole purpose. Defeating Kyle. Alexandra had lost several times these three months but she never gave up. She showed up again and again in those spars, almost getting her leg fractured for good. But she wouldn't stop until she gave Kyle a piece of her mind. _______________________ The fights were now held in the 'cage' instead of the ring. In the cage, the people sparring couldn't run away from a fight and no one outside can intervene and save them either. It's only opened once the winner is declared.

"Let's train. You and me." Shirley clapped her hands once and waved everyone back, clearing the ring like she already owned it. "First, we spar." She rolled her head from one side to the other, slow, letting her neck crack. "Let's see how weak you really are."

Around me, students are already gathering in groups, their voices blending into a low hum of excitement and nerves. Maren and I weave through the crowd towards the center mats. I can feel eyes flicking towards us, assessing, measuring, it is instinct here. The urge to straighten my shoulders, to look as unshakable as possible, rushes through me. At the front, the instructor stands tall, arms folded across his chest. His voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and commanding. “Alright, listen up. Today we are starting with sparring. Nothing fancy, nothing drawn out. I want to see what you have got, raw skill and instinct. That is how we learn where to start.”

She was so addictive. Finally pulling away from each other, he gave a nod at her. "Fine then. I definitely look forward to sparring with you." "I look forward to beating your ass." She muttered confidently, eyes locked on his. That night, they both retired to bed, neither party hesitant to pull the other for a cuddle. ******************* On a part of the wide expanse of the Royal Estates, a wide sparring ring had been marked out with white powder, and the entire place seemed to pulse with anticipation.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

If you wanted to transform your body and increase your strength, Weights was the place to be. Next was the Combat section, placed a few hundred feet away from the Weights section. It was also the second largest. The Combat section housed sparring equipment such as extra armor, training dummies imbued with Magic and even Archery targets. But the gem of the Combat section was; The Ring. A simple circle in the center of the Combat section where classes held spectator sparring matches routinely. Lastly is the Obstacle Course section which is self explanatory and where races are held once a week. Nothing crazy, but equally as important as the rest since being able to traverse the twisted biomes o

I said icily. Professor Fae didn’t bother with an introduction for the session. He just waved for us to form a circle and cast the boundaries of the arena, walls shimmering with a flicker of magic. “Group spar,” he said, tone clipped. “Pair up. Rotate every five. If I see any of you fencing like there’s holding, I’m calling in Veyra and letting her hex your pride till next semester.” The first couple of rotations went smoothly. Caelum was quick, Lucien strategic. Kellan, predictably, was relentless and precise. We rotated through until it was Thorne and me facing each other.