Training to fight another day 3

No other words needed to be said. The last mock battle was the seven Beowolves against all 3000 of the ones here. Cain and the Beowolves retreated to their corner. There would be no medical teams this time. There was no safety net. And that was precisely what the blond swordsman wanted.

'Ugh, you are insane, Cain! We already won against 1000; why do we need to do this crap again?' (Josh)

'Oh shut up, Josh, you have been complaining for the last two and a half hours yet became mute when we won time and time again. What were your words earlier? We should bow down and ask for their forgiveness?' (Abel)

'HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA' (El, Cain, Jin, Claude, Adriel)

As the rest of the Beowolves laughed, whilst Josh found himself smiling unconsciously. This group was insane, but he felt it while in battle; whenever he thought he would die, Abel would defend him without fail.