Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

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?”

He was an older man. I forced my face to stay calm and relaxed as I walked forward, trying not to show the grin tugging at my lips. The trainer gestured to me. "This is Skyler Gale. He will be mine and every other trainer’s assistant for the most part of this class." I gave a small nod to both of them. This was not just going to be exciting, it would also have a touch of humiliation for sure. Fucking Grey. Why on earth did I agree to this?

He is insane to even feel like her exhaled breath of air blows right into his earlobes. As Trisha tells Denny what she would do if he were next to her, if they were physically next to each other, her words did not come out of her mouth without the picture of her doing the very same thing to Mister Vero in her mind. She was like an actor directed to do her best to please her client, just like her trainers used to do before she was officially sent to serve an SVIP, who happened to be Denny Vero. Trainees were obliged to watch actual sexual intercourse where their focus was to learn, mimic, and do the same thing in actual practice.

Selling the lie. When the training starts, I stay on the periphery as much as possible, avoiding anything too strenuous. Modifying exercises to make them easier when no one is looking. When pairs are called to spar, I partner with an omega half my size and go through the motions without any real effort. It actually goes better than I expected. Until the trainer's eyes land on me. "Luna," he calls out, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "We need a volunteer to demonstrate the escape technique."