He fell to the ground with a thud as Aracturus landed a foot in his gut.
Pain overwhelmed his senses as he felt the shame of losing once more to his mentor.
There was no man who could defeat him, save this one.
Sergeant Major Jon Coven accepted his opponent's hand and was pulled back to his feet.
"Your technique is good but your execution is still lacking." Aracturus commented as he put his shirt back on.
Jon saw his opportunity, but his training kicked in and prevented him from taking it.
He would have plenty of time to train on Pator when they arrived.
Aracturus had never had a student like Jon Coven. Disciplined, but brutal. He scared the other students, because he bordered on sociopathic behavior. So Aracturus took him under his wing, and put his name forward for the Swarm's Special Services, or SS.
Jon Coven meanwhile, was planning. He was always planning. He could see a dozen ways to kill each person around him. He did not understand why he must be drilled in such specific means of killing when with preparation he would never need them... but the shame of losing to his mentor hounded him.
On Pator, the apprentice will kill his master.
