"Do I look like a dam guide!?" The instructor spat, waving his fist so sharply he nearly hit Jaden in the face. "Get lost boy! I have [i]real[/i] men to train!" The instructor turned away and resumed bellowing commands to the group of men under his teaching. The cries came from all around Jaden. [i]LEFT! RIGHT! PARRY! COUNTER!"[/i]
The whole ground was a bustle with the Templars who would soon reinforce those already stationed in the North lands. The Warlocks were shouting their own drill commands. Small groups learning to wield their spells in battle. A stray bolt of ice smashing against the plate mail of one of the instructors who began shouting foul things about controlling idiots. It was a tense place to train that was unforgiving to those who were not used to the daily life of the Order.

"Don't mind him boy. Gerald gets angry with everyone but the commanders..." the voice of an old man came from behind. He was wrapped in a cloak to shield himself from the cold but his frame was still bulky despite the age he looked. "Well lad, let's have a look at you!" He commanded, smacking the base of his spear to the ground as the cloak fluttered over his leather armour.
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((Hope you like him Titan. He'll be your personal instructor))