Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Welcome to the training forum. We will test your abilities and survival techniques. Please be advised our facilities are monitored to ensure no one suffers fatal injuries. You will perform in groups of three. The objective is to navigate the obstacle course, eliminate any adversary you encounter, and reach the finish line within the time limit of fifty seconds. “If you fail, you shall go to the post examination site for further education. However, if you succeed, you shall move on to the next procedure. Good luck.” Drone 875 said, “Prepare for your training process.” “Wait,” Eric said while chasing the drone. “We never agreed to train for something this dangerous! This whole thing is way to

“Push-ups! Go!” Collins dropped, palms slamming against the frozen ground. His arms screamed before he even reached fifty. The trainers stalked the rows like wolves, barking numbers, kicking dirt at anyone who slowed. By the time Collins hit one hundred, his chest felt like it was caving in. His arms shook violently. He glanced to his left—two fighters were already lying flat, trainers dragging them out of the line. “One-ten!” the trainer roared. Collins bit his lip until he tasted blood and pushed.

I couldn't be bothered with them now that my new incubus was here. At dinnertime, Dad saw Jett sitting next to me while Riven sat next to Teresa. He just massaged his temples and asked defeatedly, "Alright, what are you playing at now?" Teresa's eyes reddened first. She said, "Dad, Tracy was the one who didn't want Riven, so I bought him for a fraction of the price. I don't have as much money as she does for a new incubus. Am I also not allowed to buy her used ones now?"

The trainers. We draw closer, and I can’t help but stare at the two men standing next to Tobias, Felix, Baxter, Jasper, and Marcus. These must be the Elite trainers. They’re absolutely massive, with physiques that would put most warriors to shame. The taller one has a build so immense I’m fairly sure his bicep is the same size as my thigh. His short, dark hair glints under the sun, and his expression is a blend of calm authority and quiet amusement. The shorter one, no less intimidating, has an air of no-nonsense intensity, his sharp gaze scanning the group like a hawk. His scowl deepens as he notices us approaching.

The physical tests day finally arrived the next morning at the major training ground. At dawn, the ground is already full to the brim with mobsters, waiting to watch the newbies physical tests. The newbies are already in line—twenty in number. They look tensed. Adeline repeatedly folded her fists and unfolded them. She's beside Malik, and Malik won't stop whispering threats into her ear. "I'll kill you, I promise." "You're dead, trust me." "The moment we both pass, you've officially signed your death warrant."

He said before turning around himself and looking at each of the members behind him. “Cain and Abel back here are the lead trainers in combatives. They will teach you the most up-to-date ways to not only kill your opponent, but will also train you in how to detain your opponent. Their mates, Remington and Reign, are your instructions in modern weapons and homeopathic medicine.” He said, and the four stepped forward and watched as the very pregnant women were tucked in tightly to each of them men. After a couple of seconds, they stepped back into line.

The trainers are off the rink, trying to get to Trevor or stop me. “GET BACK KIDDO! HEY, GET BACK!”

I kept thinking about her while we were training. The training we received was intense, to say the least. Our trainers were none other than my adoptive father and my uncle Daryl, both of whom were strict with everyone. They pushed us to our limits, especially Logan and Hunter. While Logan and Hunter were good fighters, they would have failed if they were lazy. Despite the intensity of the training, it was still fun, and we learned a lot from our trainers.

Since he had been laid up for a few weeks, the training had been left to Cain, the warrior who was next in line right behind Damascus himself. "Cain," Damascus nodded to the man as he walked out onto the field that the warriors were currently training on. The grass was always cut short and well kept. Training equipment was kept in a building not far from the field. "Damascus," Cain nodded in return and turned back towards the small group that he was currently giving directions to. "Ebony, watch for the counterattack, you are getting too cocky," Ebony stuck her middle finger up telling Cain exactly what she felt about his instruction. Cain chuckled and looked at Damascus once more. "She is to

So far, all the people he trained over the years have been exemplary and were re-hired repeatedly. Clara hired several trainers and instructors that taught different self-defense disciplines: Karate, Krav Maga, Jeet Kune Do, and Jujitsu, among a few others. One trainer they retained over the years was the man with the past. He became the head trainer because of his determination to succeed and experience. He was ex-military and an ex-security guard, so he knew the ins and outs of the industry. Her only request was to allow her free rein on the software and technology side. And as a bonus, she would allow the trainees to learn their software to make them more hireable.