Training Day

Charn Exploration Part III
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Again. And make it quick, before I have to fight you myself. “I’d like to see you try,” thought Jadis and exchanged a knowing look with her sister. Gabaridrel was not as angry as he was impatient. He preferred the term efficient and as the captain of the palace guard ran his regiment as such. The man didn’t look half bad either with that biopump bulging out of chest—Gabaridrel was no stranger to conflict. He had been training the twins since their youth and was impressed with their progress, but Charn was not kind to those seeking praise.

The girls had been sparing for hours and the red sun had baked their sweat into a thick salty crust. Two forces of nature crisscrossing like Quirilian weaver rods.  They were an even match for one another although differed in combat style. Jadis the Sharp was light on her feet, watching for gaps in the defense then striking with deft precision—Jadith the Blaze, an unrelenting powerhouse. She could take and deliver blow after blow. These girls were tough, a fact Gabaridrel knew all too well. He watched closely as the battle raged on.