“One!” Chaos"s harsh voice rang out across the training yard at Eresteid. The ten soldiers lunged simultaneously, thrusting their swords forwards.
“Two!” The team moved as one. Wind whipped beneath the gleaming metal as their swords sliced through the air.
“Three! Four!” Their bodies flexed and swayed with the rhythm.
“Five!” Chaos shouted, throwing his skill and aggression into every movement. Nothing else in the world existed. Training was all there was, and Chaos"s eyes were fixed ahead. His athletic body glistened with sweat and his shirt stuck to his body. His timing and precision were perfect, the tip of his sword hitting his imaginary target with pinpoint accuracy every time.
“Six!” The others moved with him, tucking their swords close to their bodies as they leapt high into the
