Sparring Ring Or Infirmary Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, my daydream of tingling skin-on-skin contact sparring was about to be crushed. Vincent caught up to me at the training facility and made a beeline for a cabinet by the fighting ring. From inside, he drew out a seemingly endless array of protective padding – so much that it’d be almost impossible for our skin to touch unless I smacked my face right into his face. Or kissed him. Stop! Don’t! He’s not your mate! “Do we really need all this?” I asked, a little hoarsely. “At Fenris Hall, they just threw two people together and said ‘go.’”

He nodded to Zeke. Zeke stepped forward. "Alright. Our first exercise will be sparring. But this will be a full contact, group spar. You'll be divided into two groups. This is an open battle. You'll have to maneuver and fight your way through to the other side. Once your at the enemies marker, you're safe. If your down, you're dead. The team with the most survivors or the first fighter to touch the enemy's marker will win. Any questions?"

replied Renata and sat up. “Angry?” asked Ambrosia. “A little. I am thinking of going to the gym, that will divert my mind,” said Renata. “I can be your sparring partner,” smiled Ambrosia. “I would like that,” smiled Renata. “Well, I am here to tell you that we have decided that for Babineaux we will not set a place or time, we will just inform him to be ready and then we will just barge in,” said Ambrosia.

I said, standing up. Jessica’s eyes went wide. A flash of genuine concern broke through her mask. "Lolita, darling, she’s a trained killer. She’ll snap your neck." "Let her try," I whispered, offering a slow, venomous smile. The Sparring Ring The outdoor training ring was perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. It was an octagon of packed red dirt bordered by heavy ropes. The mid – morning sun beat down mercilessly, turning the arena into an oven.

Gamma Carmden says, folding her hands behind her back and tilting up her chin in a move that means we are about to embark into some really serious business. “Today marks your first day of sparring, but I hope it will not be your last.” She points to the sparring ring right at her far left. “The sparring ring is where warriors are continually forged, and where the weaklings are finally snuffed out if they somehow made it past your graduation.” She folds her hands back behind her. “Weaklings are snuffed out, not to be kicked out, but to be identified and thoroughly trained to push past their weak mentalities and comfort zones in order to become the very best.”

"You need to get back into form." I knew what he really meant. He wanted me sharp, focused. He wanted me ready. "Fine," I’d grumbled, barely awake, "but don’t cry when I beat you into the dirt." The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "We’ll see." --- We started in the combat zone, a large circular arena surrounded by shimmering barriers designed to absorb excess energy. It was already buzzing with other guild members sparring in pairs, their grunts and shouts blending with the sounds of spells ricocheting off the walls.

The only ones who had seen the sparring room before today amongst the team were Adam, Flyod and Candance, so everybody else upon hearing about it just thought the room was just some simple and dull place with a fighting ring in it like one would see in a boxing movie when the main character of the movie would train for a match, but as They entered the room they realized they could not have been more wrong. Upon entering the room everyone but those who had already been in there was awestruck. This sparring room was set up as if it actual fighting stadium instead of just a place to train and spar at. Staring from a few feet from the ring it's self and going all the way to the back of th

If nothing else, I could at least observe, maybe even learn a little more about pack routines. It was bigger than I expected—an open stretch of packed dirt and trimmed grass bordered by a fence line, with obstacle rigs, weighted sleds, tire stacks, and a sparring ring marked by worn posts. There were a few people already out there: men and women moving in drills, running laps, sparring in pairs. Some were human, I realized—Mercer security staff, probably—while others moved with a quiet, predatory precision that made my skin prickle. I didn’t know how I knew.

Giving animals a bunch of rules wouldn’t work anyway. When it comes to sparring as humans, there are a bit more rules. No cheap shots; no kicks in the balls, fingers in the eyes, etc. Nothing that can permanently scar you. No cutting off circulation for longer than thirty seconds. Preferably no breaking off bones, but that’s not always possible. Whoever taps out, verbally or by barring their neck or literally tapping the floor, loses. I knew that no matter what, I’d be winning this match. But both of us needed to succeed, and from what I had seen, Vermin wasn’t really a fighter.

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.