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Chapter 24 - Spar

Bam!

Percy grunted as his back slammed into the ground. His bones rattled and his stomach churned.

Fuck!

Percy cursed inwardly as he struggled to get up his feet. He couldn't even begin to count the amount of times he had been slammed into the ground this morning alone. And it had been going on all week long.

Before him was a young man that looked just a few years older. He was the instructor for the cadets of the special squad, Grim.

Grim was a walking giant, his physique alone gave him an edge over most others even before he entered Golgotha and when he came out, the results were devastating.

He stood at almost seven feet, with arms as thick as Percy's thighs. His looks were average; brown hair and dark eyes. His legs were like two massive three trunks and each of his attacks packs enough power to maim an ordinary human on impact.

When compared to him, Lassen look like a kid.

Grim loved bullying the weak. It was the reason he had been chosen to be the instructor for the cadets. His goal was to toughen then up through pain and impossible routines.

"Come on Percy! You can do better than that! Your brother told me to be especially hard on you!" Grim yelled at Percy, a mocking grin on his face.

Percy frowned at the mention of his brother, gritting his teeth as he struggled to get up only to be immediately tackled once more. Before he knew it, he was slammed heavily into the ground again.

Percy cursed out once more.

They were currently in the training room of the base. This one in particular was dedicated to the cadets alone. It was as large as a conference hall and it had almost all the equipment one could ask for.

Outside the ring stood the rest of the cadets. Lassen, Zandov, Yvonne, Irene and Marceline. They all looked sore, obviously, Grim didn't discriminate.

Marceline winced once more as Percy got slammed into the ground. She spent the first few days challenging the instructor but after three days, she was more occupied with trying to get through the day.

Grim had given them all one task; to make his back touch the ground. But due to his experience, skills, strength and the fact that only Lassen and Zandov were good at hand to hand combat, they hadn't been able to even make him stagger.

Even Lassen had barely done anything. He was like a kid before this man's strength.

Moreover, they still didn't know what had been done to their body and with each day of defeat, the frustration kept piling up.

I thought the fluid was supposed to make us stronger!

Percy cursed as he gasped for breath. He was about to struggle back up when the door to the training room opened.

Grim immediately stood at attention, his right hand rising up to salute the moment he laid eyes on Sal. While Grim was strong, he wasn't quite at captain level yet and even if he was, Sal was someone that was respected even by captains.

"I have a guest for you," Sal said to Grim, gesturing towards his back. Only then did the cadets notice that there was someone behind him.

"So that's him… the sleeping beauty." Grim chuckled, already taunting Ichor.

Ichor ignored him. He walked past sal and directly entered the ring. The eyes of the other cadets followed after him.

With his hair packed into a bun, his facial features were obvious, but no one was paying attention to his good looks. Instead, they were all staring at the cold blue eyes that now occupied his once empty eye socket.

Percy looked up, his eyes widened a bit as he saw the familiar amber eyes staring down at him. He noticed the other eye and his gaze furrowed.

His lips moved to say something but ultimately,he chuckled instead, shaking his head in a self deprecating way.

"Are you going to remain down there?" Ichor asked, a slight smirk on his face.

"Are you going to help me up?" Percy replied.

Ichor reached out his hand and Percy grabbed it, pulling himself up.

"It's nice you've decided to grace is with your presence." He mocked.

Ichor looked at Percy with furrowed brows.

"How long?" He asked.

"A month. I was the last before you. Sixteen days ago."

Ichor immediately understood and he turned around to look at Sal. He had previously been unaware of the duration of his slumber time.

"Don't worry, it's still there."

Ichor nodded, finally turning around to look at the giant of a man standing opposite him. Grim had an irritated expression, he could see in Ichor's eyes that he didn't give a single damn about who he was.

"Is that how to address your superior?" Grim snorted, taking a step forward to get closer to Ichor.

Ichor had to look up just to meet his gaze. Grim smirked, feeling good with himself.

"My superior?" Ichor chuckled, although his eyes were of different colours, they were both filled the same look.

Disdain.

"We are both cadets. The superior is the better one and from the looks of it, I'm already better than you intellectually."

Grim immediately frowned, his eyes narrowing.

Ichor ignored him, turning around to look at Sal.

"Him?" He asked and Sal nodded.

"Grim, set the conditions for your spar." Sal said.

Grim broke out into a wide grin as he chuckled.

"Easy. Make my back touch the ground. No weapons. It pretty fair rig—"

Eh?

The same expression resonated through everyone's mind. The process had been so smooth, it felt unreal.

Ichor had taken a step forward, immediately entering a battle stance of some sort mid move. He placed one leg behind Grims forward leg, grabbed his hand and with a slight movement of his body at the correct angle, Grim was off the floor.

Grim had immediately guessed that Sal and Ichor must have a deal of some sort and the result of the spar was the determining factor.

Contrary to what one might think, Grim was actually quite smart. Which was why he made sure the spar was in his favour even though he didn't believe that Ichor could win even if he had the advantage.

Which was why he was surprised when his body suddenly left the ground mid sentence.

Grim immediately reacted after the initial shock, his body twisting mid air, with shocking agility for someone his size.

He snatched his hand away, retreating several steps immediately his leg touched back on ground.

His face flushed red with anger and embarrassment, but just when he thought he was going to explode, he heard Ichor speak.

"I guess you were right," Ichor began, disregarding his opponent and looking back at sal.

"I truly don't have full control over my body yet."

Ichor turned around to look at Grim, who looked like the tip of a cannon barrel after lunch. His face was red, his eyes bulging as veins snaked around his neck. He was about to explode.

"Well, shall we continue this… spar?"

Grim's expression suddenly changed. All of his anger vanished and his face returned to normal. He suddenly smiled at Ichor,

"Ready when you are."

Both parties suddenly vanished from their position, lunging at the other with bestial fury.

The spar had begun.