I am about to die today. Why? because the next class I have is Combat Training and again it's on the other side of the school. Right before CJ and I were about to sprint Mrs. Aquila stopped us and showed us a rune pad which teleports you to a location in the school.
"Oh, right I forgot about that!" CJ said smacking his forehead
"You mean to tell me there were teleporters here this whole time and you forgot about them when it came to this class?!" A silver light illuminated on CJ and I realized I was literally sparking with electricity from anger.
"My bad come on let's go!" he said quickly trying to defuse what anger I had.
"Fine," I breathed out with the electricity dying down. We stepped towards a bronze stone circle with gold runes etched into the metal that read teleport. That went around a silver circle in the middle of the metal and when we pressed it a list of places appeared ranging from dorms to the outside and to a place that said Angelus Civitatem. But what we needed was the combat arena. When we picked our destination we each glowed the color of our S.E as we were teleported in front of another rune circle. In front of us were two marble columns that had two stone statues of angels facing each other with their swords crossed in front of each other in the air. They each wore armor that hung on their chest with long robes that reached and parted at their ankles. And just like the statues at the front of the school, they looked too realistic.
When we walked into the area we saw broken, chipped, fractured and downright destroyed brownstone floors, with black wood platforms that hung in the air suspended by silver chains arranged in a spiral formation that stretched from the center of the arena to the edges of it. As we walked in farther it became more apparent that this was shaped like the collision but even more grand. Having white marble walls with golden wings facing each other with bleachers scaling up the walls. In the middle of the floor stood a literal army of students surrounding a man that had short Black hair with a spike in the front with and black and silver chin strap beard below it. He had fairly tanned skin with gunmetal black eyes. He wore a gray tank top that showed off his muscles tucked into his black gym shorts. On his waist was a dark brown scabbard that held a Roman gladius. Around his neck was a white whistle and coming out of his back were two purple wings. With a pair of purple sandals.
When the trumpets sounded and everyone got into the class. The teach picked up, a round shield and drew his sword and when he did he struck it multiple times to gain everyone's attention.
"Ok listen up class, this is combat training I'm your instructor Coach Raider. Now let's get this cleared up now, I am not your mother or your father, your, uncle, cousin, none of that! I'm here to teach you how to fight and survive a fight and that's It! I won't hold your hand or console you. If you are familiar with my wife Mrs. Aquila you know we don't play and if you think her training was bad then you will not enjoy me. First order of business is the warm-up. I want you to sprint, yes you heard me sprint around the entire arena for 50 laps! Wearing these weights on your arms legs and chest. I won't go too hard on you these are only light weights so step up!" He picked up a large number of weights and one of them fell cracking the floor as well as kicking up a small dust cloud.
"Oh, there goes one leg weight. Somebody grab it already that'll make putting the weights on you quicker" When someone went to grab it the weight stayed they could only lift it up a millimeter and then was left breathless.
"Oh, yeah I forgot to add this if you slow down I add ten more laps to everyone." This caused an uproar from everyone.
"Everyone be quiet or else ill add 20 to your regular laps!" This quieted everyone up instantly. After 20 minutes he managed to get the weights on everyone even the ones who tried to run away. These weights are impossibly heavy as soon as he put them on me I almost instantly face planted. If I did I probably couldn't get up again after. This literally took all of my energy to not fall. And it looked like I wasn't the only one going through this. Even Arden was struggling and he had to get bigger ones than the rest of us.
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Laughing thunder [#Wattys 2018]
FantasyThis is a story of the children of angels and their experiences throughout their youth. As they face many challenges throughout their life. This story is told through the eyes of Thomas Di Angelo, the son of Archangel Ramiel, the thunder of God...