Rose- Meeting the Team

This is a combat training session. so let's get started with some warm ups." combat training is a very tiring thing. naturally i sucked at it and the assurance that everyone does poorly at first isn't much of a consolation.

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Lost Into The Past Chapter 2

He was in a room, on a train in most likely the mesozoic era, with a troodon who's dressed like a train conductor, and to top it all off. he. can. talk!

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Men of the Dragon’s Footplate

The Dragon hissed, disappearing into a cloud of steam. She creaked and groaned as her pistons drove her six great wheels into action. From the platform the early spotters watch large prairie "Dragon - No. 4115" awake for the days work with rhythmic...

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Training

She reached over for a training gun. "aim to have a good time." we already spoiled probably out best strategy of throwing someone. i signalled for the squad to climb on. "can we at least get you to hide in the training area?

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Training

training by umuntu [all characters © 2010 by umuntu] nothing was more important to the hyena than the importance of training.

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Training

"having a hard time i see, well you will have to learn that later it's time to get some training in with your blades." that would be when he took note of shandra. "and who is this."

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In Training

Twirling, lunging and performing rather simple pirouettes, her light training chain mail clinked with every movement.

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Trained

Her father was large by gryphon standards and clearly far too big for her but she had been trained to take him all and loved it.

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Train

The train is still moving; the train doesn't have any stops. he gets up. "which stop do you get off at?" he asks. i don't have an answer. he walks off, out of the carriage. i look out the window.

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Training

We were training in one of the private practice halls reserved for the master, which looked out towards the large training hall which i mentioned earlier through a glass wall.

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Training

I slowly walk into the training salle, not knowing what to expect. when i get inside i notice that one of the iron wood training dummies was now a pile of wrecked wood.

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