Chapter 12
Thump.
Scott fell to the ground groaning I heard a satisfying crunch in my bones as I stretched my worn-out muscles.
"Now look at that. Who is next?"
Everyone stepped back leaving a young man who looked utterly petrified.
"What is your name and where are you from, and how old are you?"
"Wyatt Scott, from King City, I am nineteen years old. This is my first year. Ma'am." Did he just say, Ma'am? I am not that old, he could at least say Major.
"Call me Major, not "Ma'am", got it," he nodded sternly, " Now, can you fight?"
He gulped evidently loud, nodding.
"Speak up."
"Yes, Major Anderson."
"Good, come here."
He wobbled to me looking as frightened as a chicken, he was starting to annoy me.
"Should I get you a cup of coffee and some cookies? Move here fast.
