Today was Saturday, which meant that instead of battles and war, it was training day.

All the mercs were on the training grounds, either working out, or fighting each other in their gear as a way to hone their skills and make sure all their weapons were working smoothly.

Scout, being the cocky little shit he was, decided to have you be his training partner. Despite neither of you having hand to hand roles on the battlefield, he had insisted that the two of you just fight each other with fists, but you didn’t object, since blowing off some steam sounded great right now.

You had just Scout’s cheek, and he had a bit of blood on him, but he didn’t really care. He smirked, giving you the ‘come here’ motion with his hand, probably ready to start fighting again.

“Come on, come on… I know you want some more!” He grinned, putting his hands up by his face with a shit-eating grin on his face, making you chuckle.