Training Day

- Heliopolis

Metal clashed and a body crashed into the sand, groaning.

Some mild laughter rang out from a group as the Egyptian god Set let his divine blood flow freely from a brand new headwound.

"You all are worse listeners than we thought... I said keep your shield up and keep moving your feet. What part of what I'm saying is difficult to follow?"

Hatred flared within the eyes of the god of disorder as he glared up at the figure above him.

He was a large, muscular man clad in the frightening dark armor belonging to Tehom's infamously annoying military.

The man above him was of an aggravating sort. He had dark black hair done in a neat cornrow pattern. His jaw was strong and chiseled like a marble sculpture, and his golden eyes were as sharp as the blade in his hand.

Set spit directly at his feet.

"You expect me to keep my shield up even with my arm broken from your last six consecutive strikes?"

"I do actually."