Vol 2 Chapter 106 (1/2)

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at 6th of December 2018 06:36:35 PM

Chapter 106

Book 2, Chapter 106 - Instructing the Instructors

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So hoas Cloudhawk going to prove it?

The instructors were aler and self-assurance, was especially annoyed

And yet, reed! Of the three of them, she was the one most steeped in self-i? Eckard was at a loss, but since she agreed to the guy’s request fighting her on it wasn’t going to do any good

Really, Cloudhawk reat influence now, getting rid of a single trainee froer

Under nor off the commandsHowever, the scars from their loss to the Dark Atom were still freshIt left theainst someone like Frost at this point were not worth it

They were practical people here in hell’s ValleyThose with value stuck around, those without were cut looseIt’d always been that wayAfter all, these ‘students’ weren’t really soldiers in their troopThey were trainees, here to learn and then to leaveIf Cloudhaanted to seek asylu to have to prove he was a worthy burden to bear

Eckard got it, but he didn’t like itHe was especially rankled by the way the scrub held his head up high like he orth a damnThe instructor itched to teach hiradually lost his fear of themWho knehere his overconfidence came from? Natessa and Dumont were senior demonhunters, while Eckard himself was a prime martial artist

And who the fuck was Cloudhawk?

He wasn’t some lauded demonhunter, neither was he a martial artist far as he could tellAnd here he ith the gall to think he could show the instructors a thing or twoWas there anyone with a o? He was a dipshi+t, and his actions were a clear provocationThere were a lot of a talented people in the training caed

Eckard spoke up“I won’t onna cut you into strips and eat you with a glass of wine”

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Cloudhawk irreverently rolled his eyesHe focused on NatessaYeah… she’s definitely easier on the eyes

She could definitely be described as a bright light in the bleak landscape that was hell’s ValleyNot only strong, she was very pretty too, and slow to angerThose sorts who always ran their mouths were usually not worth the wasted air, but Cloudhaas differentHis perfor at hiive him a chance

“I’d like to use your boots for a second”

She offered no objection, re them to CloudhawkHe slipped them on, and after only a few steps he felt their powerSuddenly every movement was lithe and easy, quick and effortless

Eckard raised a browNatessa actually lent him her relic?

Any elysian child knew that a demonhunter’s relic wasn’t just a weaponIt was their identity, their honor, their standingThey were gifts fro them to someone was hard to acceptNoa relic fron of disrespect

Outwardly Natessa looked as calm as a suered she was like a thunderstorm, ten times more ferocious than he ever wasFor a woive up a relic – and watch the other person put them on – it was unthinkableWas she under some kind of spell?

Duht froh the slit in his helmet

As a demonhunter, Dumont’s concerns were different from Eckard’sHe wondered what Cloudhaas up toThe psychic energy of every de the relics they could resonate ere differentMost demonhunters were only attuned to one kind of relicOne in every ten ht be able to use two, and even fewer a third kind

Cloudhawk carried a few odd relics on his personThey weren’t the typical kind either – wind, water, fire, earth, light, dark or thunderHe wasn’t able to pin down precisely what attributes they were, actually, but they definitely weren’t windSo as he up to?

They were a little tight at first, but after a few strides Natessa’s windstepper boots resized to fit his feetAfter testing the in place, and shut his eyes

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Every relic had its own unique rhyth through his bones