Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

4.2‐ A twink and a redhead ruin a date

-Omniscient narrator-

"So... are you a she-wolf?" Vic asked.

She was, once again, dreaming about her training with the Talking Wolf, though she had realized these training seasons weren't as intense as they used to be. Now she'd talk about how her behaviour more often, to not speak unless you are spoken to or if she actually knew about the topic. (That meant no sarcastic or sassy remarks) To stand straight, strong and confident, to not show weakness.

Basically, to be a soldier with the lowest rank. Vic didn't really follow these 'rules' when she was awake, only when she'd dream about the Talking Wolf.

She wondered if more talking meant she was 'graduating.'

The Talking Wolf scoffed. "I have been training you for two years, now you care about my gender?"

Vic nodded as she stabbed the dummy Roman style. Actually, she had realized that on these dreams the Wolf'd teach her Roman fighting, she just didn't understand why, she'd thought it was because she could understand Latín better than Ancient Greek.

The Wolf huffed. "Yes, I am a she-wolf. Why do you ask?"

"Well, a girl I really like asked–"

"Not doing this today, Avery."

Vic pursed her lips but said nothing more than a mere, "Okay."

"Is your gladius quindecim B?" The She-Wolf asked after Vic jabbed at a few more dummies.

She shook her head. "It's quindecim C."

That was the weapon system, every sword, spear, javelin (no bows because these were only used by children of Apollo, the She-Wolf had said) and shields had a number from one to fifteen, then a letter from a to c. From the lightest, to the heaviest, some were longer, some were shorter, some were curved.

Vic had been trained to fight with every sword, (Spathae and Gladii) javelin, (Pila and Veruta) spear, (Hastae) and to defend herself with every shield (Scuta, Parmae and Clipeus) there was on this place. If someody asked her to pick her favourites out of this bunch of weapons, she'd say gladius, pilum, hasta and scutum.

"Take the Scutum." The She-Wolf instructed.

Vic lifted an oval, curved, wooden shield from the floor. As four other wolves walked into the room and positioned to fight, Vic raised her gladius.

Five wolves, including the Talking She-Wolf, Vic counted. She knew what she had to do. The wolves pounced on her. She quickly jumped to float, thanks to that she dodged one wolf, that went to her feet. Her body and mind worked the same. Thrust, kick, shield.

Vic kicked one wolf out of the way, she pushed two wolves away with her shield and with one calculated thrust killed another one. She landed on the wolf that had pounced on her feet. The daughter of the Lord of the sky stabbed it.

The two wolves she had killed reappeared on the other side of the room. Ready to attack when the Talking She-Wolf said so. The ones she had taken down were the Talking She-Wolf's assistant number three and number one.

Assitant number four, two and the Talking She-Wolf herself were left. Vic thought about it. Number two and the Talking She-Wolf were the ones she had pushed away with her shield, so they were weaker than number four. Number two was going down next.

She jabbed at them to disorganize their positions. The wolves backed away, then number four and number two crouched, their leg muscles tensing. They pounced at the girl. At the same time.