Greg came back carrying a pistol and set it on the small table at the side of the mat.Logan looked at it with wide eyes. But the momentary surprise washed off as fast as it came. "You've handled one before?" Greg asked with a raised brow. “Not at all,” Logan shook his head. Then he paused “however–” Greg raised a brow.“In the past. Someone brought one to my shop saying it needed to be greased, "Logan muttered. Greg laughed “and you accepted?” “At the time, yes, I needed the money,” he scoffed. “I see” Greg nodded, his eyes shifting back to the pistolGreg picked it up. "We're not here to make you a marksman today. But we're here to make you use it properly during the trials and also to make sure that if you don't hurt yourself or someone you don't intend to." After that, he cleared it, checked it, then held it out grip first. "Take it."Logan took it from him, just eyes as running through the metal body of the pistol. "First thing. Grip." Greg positioned himself beside Logan

Before Logan knew what was happening, Hector was already on the move. Seeing this, Logan also moved, moving at angles the way Greg had taught him, but Hector on the other hand, read the first angle easily and caught Logan with a short hook that knocked him sideways. The strike was so strong that Logan felt a little dazed but then he recovered, however, Hector stayed on him, controlling the distance, and by the time the two minutes were up Logan had taken three clean hits and had only managed to land one.After Greg called that the time was over, Logan stood breathing hard, his left cheek already warm where he had received a blow. "You're thinking," Greg said. "Stop thinking. Your body knows this. Trust it."The truth was Logan's mind seemed to be distracted, he didn't know why, but at the middle of the fight his mind has gone to Arielle. Logan didn't know if he could actually stay for a whole two months without seeing Arielle, especially with the fact that she was still in coma.

One moment he was in the white room and the next moment Logan saw himself in a different place. After stepping through the portal, he had been completely teleported to a strange environment.Right now, Logan stood completely still for a moment, just taking in where he was.He was standing in a forest so thick and dense that it felt like the trees had been growing for a thousand years. The trunks were massive, wider than cars, their bark was dark and rough. The branches reached out in every direction and Logan could see that the leaves above were fucking huge, spreading out like canopies that blocked almost everything above. Just how did this reality come to be?Logan was wowed. There was no sunlight coming through those thick shades. Not like there was any sunlight high in the sky anyway, it was just a grey sky sitting flat and heavy above the dense forest. Logan turned slowly, looking around. There was no sign of Damon.He hadn't expected Damin to be here anyway. Both portals had

"Nicholas," Logan called out, breathing hard. "I need a distraction. Anything, whether noise, fire, whatever you have. Just draw its attention upward."Nicholas looked at Rob and Tom. Rob for the first time had no smirk on his face. He just nodded and then Rob and Tom both opened up with their rifles, firing at the creature's face, targeting mostly its eyes and horns. This was actually done not to wound it but to make it look up. This wood serves as a distraction. The distraction logan needed. And It worked.The creature turned its head up toward the shots, its arms coming up instinctively to shield its face.Seeing the opportunity, Logan ran, He went straight at it again, pulled the sword back with both hands, and this time when he drove it forward he put every bit of force Greg had trained into him behind it. The blade punched through the sternum. Logan felt it break through something solid and then hit something softer behind it.Immediately this happened, the creature went com

The ground shook hard and their soldiers raised their weapons. Damon stood still and watched the tree line ahead, as out of the forest a giant minster walled through. It was the forest guardian. The same monster logan and his group of soldiers had faced and slayed.It turned and looked at them."Open fire," Damon gave the orders and as he did, the soldiers opened up immediately. Rifles cracked from across the formation round after round hitting the creature. The dark scales on its body sparked where the bullets hit but the beast didn't slow down at all. It took a full stride forward and the ground jumped under the impact.Damon watched it carefully, his eyes scanning the monster's movements. 6Damon could see that the rounds were doing absolutely nothing to the creature, he could see that every mark they hit closed within seconds. The skin sealed back up before the next shot had even landed.It was then Damon pressed the green button on the bracelet.The screen appeared in front