Novel & Cerita Trainers In Oblivion

“Although the teams will be led by the testers, each team will have a main trainer who will call the shots when necessary. The secondary trainer will observe and keep a record of the tester's progress, skills, and errors but won’t correct a tester. If needed they will assist the main trainer to ensure the tester’s safety. The primary tester is only allowed to intervene if the safety of the team is jeopardized.” “I am guessing you already know who the primary trainer will be?” Daxton asked. “You, me, Silas, and Carter for sure. Eric,” I pointed to one of the warriors Silas brought in. “Maddison,” I redirected my index finger to point at Daxton’s cousin. “As for the other two, I will let you c

“They won't just kill you in one blow. They will toy with you, rib you limb by limb for the fun on you. Use you as a freaking board game to compete with each other. To keep it short, you will die a very slow agonizing death. They are always in caves, watching and will never make the first move. It's almost like they enjoy watching you make a fool out of yourselves first. All of you teamed together do not stand a chance against one S-level, take more of two. So avoid the caves as much as possible unless you have a death wish and if you run into one, retreat slowly, don't turn your back to it. It will get anxious, believing you have some kind of secret weapon and trust me… you don't want to ma

Not sure what good that's going to do, but what do I know. Killer and Zero are my primary instructors. That's what I was told by Zero the day he explained shit to me anyway but Killer is more invested which is fine by me. Zero is, well I'm not sure what he is but I'm just going to say he is generous, and his generosity spreads in the form of ‘allowing’ as Spade calls it; the others namely, Spade, Snake, Knight and Storm to train me in his place. Ofcourse that is unless Rounder makes an appearance then he’s there. Moody and full of shit, but he is there.

Them hunters can survive and earn as they wish. Still... He felt more stupid for having to ask for favor when he can just snatch the property away. Too bad, being manipulative through the eyes isn't included in their blood capability. Their creators thought they would eventually just become full vampires if they acquire all the strengths of a bloodsucker and neglect their sole purpose of being hunters.... Shame. Dayanne was relieved when she saw Clayton inside a new and blue pick-up truck. She already knew it was him since he already included it on their call earlier.

We were all equally baffled. “You guys saw that, right?” Brantley asked. “Yep,” we confirmed. Pixie giggled. “Because this is where we train outside, there’s a shield protecting us. People outside the shield see an empty court, while those inside see, well this.” “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of pointing out just how awesome Erea is,” Dove commented. “Wait until you see the weapons we’re training with.” Just like back at the training room with Eagan, there was an instructor waiting for us. He’s quite a big man, and he has a massive scar running down his arm. We learnt that his name is Abel.

Trainees moved through the obstacle course: sprint, climb, dodge, spar, repeat. My pulse hammered. If I pulled out, they’d question it. If I pushed through… and failed… Cassian stood off to the side, arms folded, face unreadable. Watching everything and everyone. My name was called. I stepped forward. The ground tilted slightly. Shit. Get it together, Val. First obstacle: sprint. Easy. Except my legs didn’t move like they should. My knees buckled halfway through the first lap, and I had to recover with a stumble that didn’t go unnoticed.

Damian gave a small nod, his face stern, but there was a flicker of approval in his eyes. "Next round. This time, shooting on the move," George announced, signaling one of the trainers to set up the obstacle course. The sun rose slowly higher, and the dust of the training yard seemed to vibrate with tension and concentration. This was not just an exercise-it was the first day of the final week that could change everything. The obstacle course transformed within minutes. Instead of the static targets, magically animated creatures now roamed the field. These "phantoms," as the instructors called them, were conjured entities capable of moving, reacting, even simulating attacks.

Her heart hammered, she quickly averted her eyes to her front, she doesn't know why, but the masked senior is very scary, like a bloody psychopath. She cleared her throat and focused on the man in front of her, Zack on the first row looking all manly as his shoulders bulged out over his shirt. "We would be having the normal thirty laps, push ups and combat" announced the trainer. The students groaned and started to murmur in annoyance amongst themselves. Their trainers tires them so much at the training grounds forgetting they still have to go back to other sessions afterwards. "Silence folks! Are we here to play?" Shouted another trainer who looked a lot scarier than the rest, they all stil

“This is the beginner's section. They usually have two trainers or three taking them through some moves and how to execute them. They need to know the moves first before they can spar.” “Why do they have so many trainers?” “Think of it as kindergarten. They need more eyes on them to ensure that everyone is following. One trainer can’t do that at a time, so it’s like a teacher and a teacher’s assistant, or sometimes assistants.” He explains. There are about twenty-three of them. “So, at what stage do you graduate them or move them to the next level?”

Just as I was about to leave the training room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.