First Rule Of Fight Club...

The morning is young as Ricin trots out to the training grounds, readying to give some of the fighters a lesson. Now, some might say that the light blue boy doesn’t know much about fighting but this is not true. Having a brother who is an avid fighter and hunter, he has picked up a few tricks. Straw wolves have been set up around the dirt covered area and clear lines mark off where the rings for sparring are.

Poking a couple of the straw dummies, he nods to himself before tipping his head back to call for his group. They had been warned the day before that there was going to be training and now it is time. Moving to center of the nearest sparring ring, the tall, blue boy takes a seat and waits for the group to file in.

Once everyone has arrived and settled, he greets them, “Good morning everyone! Today we are going to do some fight training! First, I want you to tell me what the best place to strike a killing blow is and why.” Crimson eyes scan his students, waiting to hear each of their answers and reasoning behind them.


"Ricin Dauner"