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Year 845
The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of metal cables screaming forward, grappling hooks imbedding themselves in the nearest tree trunk. With the pull of a trigger compressed air fired from the rear of a strange apparatus, rocketing it's wearer skyward. The young cadet, a lanky, sandy haired kid wrenched his body in the air, trying to adjust his position before thrusting towards his target. With the aid of his Omni-directional mobility gear he was able to move at an impressive speed, flying through the air like a diving hawk. His face fixed in a determined scowl as he focused on the imaginary enemy before him, a six meter tall wooden dummy made in the shape of a giant man. He was aiming specifically for a large fold of cloth on the back of the dummy's neck, several layers thick.
With a furious cry the cadet swung the two specialized swords he held in his hands, cutting into the cloth as he zipped past the dummy. "Dammit!" The boy cursed as he looked over his shoulder back towards the target. He had only managed to cut about two inches deep, not nearly enough to kill his foe were it real. Reeling in his hooks and firing them again, the cadet rocketed up to a nearby branch and landed on it, pausing to catch his breath.
"Gwerder!" He heard his name shouted from below and looked down. An older man sat on a horse was watching him from the ground with a displeased expression. "That was pathetic! Are you looking to get yourself killed?" The boy grit his teeth in frustration.
"No Commandant Duvalier!" He shouted in reply.
"Then go again!" The commandant shouted back. "If I see another pitiful display like that you'll be running the course until your legs give out!" The cadet growled and looked forward, psyching himself up as he prepared to jump from his perch.
"Yes Commandant!" He shouted, and leapt into the air, firing his hooks again and rocketing onwards towards the next dummy. Come on Fulk The kid thought to himself as he tore through the forest, branches whipping past so quickly that if he made contact he'd break half the bones in his body. You can do this. You have to do this!
Another six meter dummy appeared in his sights. With a powerful scream Fulk blasted forward and swung his swords again, cutting a much deeper swath through his target. Better, but still not good enough. He had to be perfect if he wanted to get into the top ten of his class. The Corps was more than two thirds of the way to the end of their training now. He had less than a year to get his skill with the ODM gear up if he wanted to join the Military Police. As he continued to fly through the air Fulk's eyes scanned through the surrounding trees, trying to make out the other cadets on the training course.
@Exhilian