Shera rolled her shoulders a bit while staring at the young lycans that came to her. They'd seen her fighting with Gerard just this morning and while he had been unapproachable in their eyes, she wasn't. They wanted to be just as good as her and it was only logical for them to ask her to teach them. Problem was, she didn't know where to start. They weren't children taking on their first shift and that's where she had started out. She'd never taught anyone before this either.
She pushed her hair back before standing up, rubbing her temples while the group of four stared at her expectantly. Three of them were girls and they didn't have a single scar while the boy was covered with them under his shirt. Gerard walked back into the gym, his hair wet and sticking to his head. He stopped and stared at the four before looking around and smirking in Shera's direction. She wanted to fight him again just to wipe the smirk from his face.
"I don't know where you are at," Shera slowly started. She sighed and moved her hand to the back of her neck as Gerard walked over.
"Gaining disciples," he asked. She glared at him and then smirked, his eyes narrowing again.
"How about you help me gage them," she hummed. He scowled and stared at her before his shoulders fell and he chuckled.
"Well, since foxy is asking," he chuckled. The four stiffened and they looked to Shera with a bit of fear. "But you're taking on two."
"That's fine," she sighed.
"Wait, we didn't think we'd be fighting off the bat," one of the girls gasped and Shera blinked.
"There's no form to follow," she informed them. "I can't help if I don't know how far along you are. Once I do I know where to give you pointers and advice."
"That's so," another girl rolled her wrist a bit, frowning, "Informal." It was Gerard that laughed, his arm going over Shera's shoulders.
"A fight for your life is anything but formal, Leila," he said. "Three of you haven't been in a fight before. I'm sure Michael can tell you." The girls looked at one another before looking to Michael who avoided any eye contact with the room.
"It wasn't like that," Michael muttered quietly.
"A fight with a bear is a life or death situation," Gerard teased. Shera slapped his arm and scowled as he chuckled.
"None of you have fought people," she asked. They all shook their heads and Shera nodded a bit. "I might not need you Gerard." He stared and chuckled a bit before nodding and walking off. He was quiet now after telling her his story.
It was like he didn't have anything to hide now and she was just supposed to take it. She didn't expect warmth after he tore open the wound himself but it was disheartening to see him this way. She agreed with staying back only because he seemed hurt by the thought. If he didn't want to lose someone else, she was fine with humoring his wishes. She sighed and shook her head, motioning for the four to get up.
An hour passed by quickly thanks to the sparring and Shera let out a breath. The four weren't very good but they had enough wit for her to work with. They each sat around each other, panting and trying to catch their breaths. Shera started to take them in as she sat against a wall, taking note of their physic to better help them. She ignored their whispers amongst each other.
Michael was an easy one; he wasn't the bulky type and would be better at playing a medium. He had dark hair and bright green eyes and his skin was littered in patches of freckles. He had a single dark red spot on his arm that was mostly hidden by the sleeve of his t-shirt. He still had room to grow and anyone could see that by looking at him. He kept to flanking Shera while the girls came from the front.
Leila, as Gerard called her, was petite yet while sparring was the hardest one to get to budge. Her size and the brown bob made her look innocent and easily swayed. Shera had noticed how her brown eyes analyzed the fight though and the girl knew how to plant herself upon impact. She had blocked most of Shera's advances when she planted correctly but she had no experience in it.
Shera knew the sandy haired girl was Mariah. Mariah was quick on her feet, seemingly not even touching the ground. It was hard to believe considering how tall the girl was; she towered over Shera just like Gerard did. She had the same freckles Michael had and the same green eyes that were quick to spot an opening when Shera made one. Her strikes had been light and lacked power but they were numerous and came one after another.
Last was Heather; a medium sized girl with a healthy amount of fat on her bones. She hadn't so much as struck Shera as she had guarded the other two girls. The brown haired girl had tried to distract Shera. A few attempts were made to redirect her attention away from the other girls.
Shera rubbed her head as she tried to formulate a plan, slowly stopping her mind as something clicked. If she was going to help with the fight, she could do so through these four. It would be a sly way of telling Gerard off while protecting him. She was sure if she asked them, they'd comply. She stood up and started walking towards them before stopping and training her ear on the door.
Something was high pitched as it whistled and it was only growing louder. Shera looked out the window as her feet continued to carry her to the four. The four stopped talking and they stared at her in confusion before following her gaze. "What is that," Mariah squinted as she stood up to walk to the window. Shera scowled before her eyes widened at the small bit of silver in the sky racing for the window.
Shera's eyes widened as she reached for Mariah, "Get down!" Mariah looked back before looking out the window again in shock. The silver nearly touched the glass when someone caught it. Ferdinand rolled to the side and into the glass as his body wrapped around it. Shera moves Maria aside as something went off and there was a whimper from Ferdinand.
Shera stepped through the glass doors, rolling Ferdinand onto his back and covering her mouth. Silver coated the front of him, the shards of the container embedded into his skin an inch of the way. Mariah gasped from behind the door, the other three staring with wide eyes. "Go get a doctor," Shera ordered. Michael bolted as Shera pulled Ferdinand inside.
Shera heard the whistling again and she looked up, scowling as more dropped into different locations of the complex. What was going on? They hadn't made any sort of move against her father for anything so why was he attacking?
"Sherry found them," Ferdinand coughed. She looked down at him and her eyes widened at the smirk on the man's face. "They didn't really like that she got so deep in their systems, I guess."
"You three, go make sure no one else is hurt. If they are, don't touch them without protection," Shera ordered. "I need you to block off the areas with the dust in it."
"R-right," Leila grabbed the other two and they bolted off.
Shera looked down at Ferdinand and shifted to hold him, "Hang in there, all right?"
"Skin deep," he sniffed and his face scrunched up.
"You're covered in silver," Shera stared at the wounds along his stomach and chest. The door opened once again and Gerard stared, a case in his hands.
"Shera, cut the shirt from the wound and be careful," he ordered. Shera stared before nodding and tearing the shirt open with her claws. Gerard stared at her, a pair of scissors in his hands toward her. "Seriously?"
"More pressing matters than how I got it," Shera growled. He rolled his eyes and handed his phone to her as message after message started going off.
"They'll tell us who's hurt. Have them bring them here," he stated. Shera watched him pick out the pieces for a second before going through the phone and sending messages. "It sounds like they're done with the development stages. We can't really wait much longer huh?"
Shera grit her teeth and nodded slowly, her hand holding Ferdinand's head as he grimaced. She couldn't get her head around it. Was this how bad it was going to be? They combined modern technology with many of the things that could kill them all.
"We need to create countermeasures," Shera grimaced and covered Ferdinand's eyes. Others began to be helped into the gym, Gerard staring at those that were covered in silver or inhaled it.
"Call the hospital," Gerard sighed. Shera did as she was told and it was moments before there were others that came in to help. Shera stopped back, covering her mouth as she watched. People coughed up blood, they had shrapnel embedded into their bodies, and it smelled as if death was in the room. Michael and the three girls were back in the room, their eyes looking at everyone. Shera stared and stood up straight, her eyes catching Gerard's. She walked straight for them, looking them over quickly before walking past them and shifting.
"You're all with me. We're checking the perimeter. Don't slow down and keep your wits about you, understood," she snapped. The four looked to each other and shifted slower, following after her.
"What are you looking for," Leila asked quickly.
"Anything not in the baseline," Shera replied. "Well treat this as your first lesson. Got it? See anyone you don't know, anyone shady, or if there's anything that's not familiar then you say something."
"Yes ma'am," Mariah called. Shera ran, the four following as she looked around. There was almost nothing until she heard the humming of a motor. She stopped and looked up squinting at a drone. They could watch them.
Shera growled, and jumped, grabbing the side of the building and pushing herself up. She grabbed the drone and shoved it into the ground angrily as the four looked on.
"Find more," she barked. They split off as she held it down and she glared at it, narrowing her eyes at the camera and the empty hooks. She picked it up, staring into the little electronic. Shera grit her teeth as she glared at it. "You're screwing up, dad," she muttered, "And I can't help you when karma rolls around."