The high-pitched song of steel rang through the air as sword parried sword, struck shield and fell to the ground.
Oh, interesting. Some sort of medieval fighting classes, or something like that?
Somewhat less sweet were the guttural grunts and muffled slaps of flesh being battered and struck.
This implies that whoever is narrating likes the sound of these weapons being used in battle against each other. I suppose “song” does too.
Maybe Hookwolf is having his mundane subordinates learn to use bladed melee weapons?
A boot in the stomach, an elbow or fist striking a face.
Looks like they’re not limiting themselves to the weapons, which suggests this leans more towards training for genuine fights than for sparring.
Hookwolf walked between the groups of his sparring recruits.
Eyy, I got it right! 😀
They were tired, pushing themselves through their exhaustion. All wanted to be here. The training was too punishing for anyone who didn’t.
That’s ominous.
With small exceptions for eating and sleeping, their days were filled with exercise, hand to hand sparring, gun training, and practice with melee weapons.
Got some variety. That’s good for them. Especially the fact that they’ve got gun training and aren’t foolishly limiting themselves to melee weapons to stick with Hookwolf’s power theme.
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