Drako Tygon

Ch 4

We had shifts for who would train the newer heroes, and I thought that I would join the class that Blade Cat led, since I had only basic hand-to-hand combat training, and I was technically still a new guy. Blade Cat training for martial arts, so I thought that I could get some good knowledge. Blade Cat, or Mike, trained people individually, focusing on people having the most trouble in his regular classes. It was sort of embarrassing to be one of the ones that he visited regularly. "Your movements are too blocky, you need to be more graceful. Like a snake through the grass should you move, a tiger in the brush."

Each time he directed me, I get better and better. My movements are more graceful, and I'm getting extremely fast. My strikes are more efficient. Even Black Cat is amazed at my progress.

There was this one fighting style that I liked, it looks more like somebody flailing their limbs around in a mad dance, called Ka-Puetta. I think that it would do the best for aerial and ground combat. It bases itself on the fact that an attack can come from anywhere.

Jamie did mostly kickboxing, something that fit her personality better that anything else, I think. Stephen was more of a wrestler. He has a nimble, strong, large frame that is ideal for this sport.

Leah is pretty good at staff fighting, something that I had experienced myself. She is also good at Kung Fu, no surprise there. Dave is pretty good at karate, as well as the one that I'm doing. Gamma-Bot did pretty much everything. I guess that's because of his neuro-interface.

I was sparring with Vortex when a kid in a white and blue suit ran up. It looked like that kid from Montana. I said, "Hey, Jake," then Dave roundhouse kicked me in the head, propelling me across the room. I snapped my jaw back into place, and massaged it. Jake said, "Sorry" and helped me up. I said to him, "How are you getting along? I see you got your suit." It was a tight, leather jumper, with a light blue top swirling into a white bottom. He had a mask that looked like a mouth scarf and ski goggles, covering all of his head except his hair. He said, "Yea, I, uh, even have a name. Freeze Breese."

I said, "Nice. So, do you like the place? Make any friends?" He answered, "Um, yea, I guess so. You see, there's this girl in my squad, really pretty." Even my quick mind had trouble deciphering what he said, but eventually I understood that the boy was having a crush. I laughed and said, "Good man, Jake. Good man."

I went back to fighting my brother. I tripped him, grabbed his arm, and flung him into a wall. He sunk half a foot into the super-spring foam, and got flung back into the room. I said, "That's for breaking my jaw," to which he answered, "It didn't make much difference, you healed five seconds later. You could have put me in an body cast with that throw."

I was walking to my bunkroom a few days later when Jamie stopped me. She said, "Tornado wants to meet with us all in the gym by fifteen hundred thirty today. That's thirty minutes from now. I hope you're not that sweaty." I laughed. It is a well known fact that my body doesn't need to sweat, since my body contains all of the heat it generates. "Alright, thirty minutes. I'll tell everyone in my bunkroom."

"They've already been told. They should be hitting the showers right about now."

"I'd better hit the showers, anyway, to get the dead skin-cells off. I've been sparring with enough guys to get sprayed by them."

I ran to my bunk, then grabbed my suit. I ran to the showers, and hurried through. I slipped into my suit, then set it to casual dress, a black, unbuttoned suit over a black button-up shirt and a black pair of slacks and black shoes and socks.

I ran to the gym, and saw everyone else in their hero suits. I switched my suit to super. I walked into the room. I walked to a seat next to Jamie and David. I sat down, and Tornado walked to the podium. He started to speak into the microphone. "I called this meeting to name the ones who will be the leaders of our army. Come up if you hear your name. Tornado." He walked to the head of the line. There was modest clapping.