The quiet sound of boots echoed faintly across the vast sparring hall, a cold, open chamber lined with reinforced walls etched in runic markings. The morning light spilled faintly through the tall, enchanted windows, reflecting off the concrete sparring platform at the center of the room.
Standing on that platform was Miles. "Freya and I will pair up" He said, glancing around at the gathered guards. "So the rest of you, pair up and let's get this started"
The order hung in the air for a moment. Then came the quiet shuffle of movement.
The others began to group up, but not naturally, there was hesitation, subtle glances, unspoken avoidance. Slowly, almost too deliberately, the remaining guards shifted away from Rayne. The gesture was quiet, but obvious. No one wanted to be paired with the B-Class. The weak link among the King's Guard.
