There were four classes in Catherine's major. Hunter had kicked up Sean a few times. But they were minor injuries and didn't hurt much. Hunter got up and was ready to fight.
Four men formed a line in front of Sean and checked on him, a young man with a strong presence.
Hunter was a serious and harsh man. His trainees were afraid of him.
But, Sean had the icy presence he was born with. One look from him would frost a man, and his domineering presence would give shiver to someone's spine.
"How should I address you, Sir?" Instructor Bennett from class three was a kind man. He was forgiving to his students and looked harmless.
Sean sneered, "Just fight me and cut the bullshit!"
"We won't get into a fight for no reason," Bennett said.
"Then fuck off and stay the hell out of business with him."
"We are all soldiers."
"Then join him."
"You have to give us a reason."
"What do you say?" Sean looked at Hunter harshly.
