There were four classes in Isabel's major. Hunter had kicked up Howard a few times. But they were minor injuries and didn't hurt much. Hunter got up and ready to fight.
Four men formed a line in front of Howard and checked on him, a young man with a strong presence.
Hunter was a serious and harsh man. His trainees were afraid of him.
But, Howard had the icy presence he was born with. One look from him would frost a man.
"How should I address you, Sir?" Instructor Bennett from class three was a kind man. He was forgiving to his students and looked harmless.
Howard sneered, "Just fight me and cut the bullshit!"
"We won't get into a fight for no reason," Bennett said.
"Then f**k off and stay the hell out of business with him."
"We are all soldiers."
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