Sneaky Attack

Time zipped by, and before anyone knew it, five months of intense special training had come and gone.

In this whirlwind of nearly six months, Spears had shown everyone what real special training was, using methods that would make any cruel instructor proud. It didn't matter if someone was missing an arm, had a broken leg, or was running on fumes—if they were still breathing, they had to get back up and keep going.

Under this relentless pressure, the military students who once fumbled around when faced with wild beasts had transformed.

Now, they were as tough as the legion's special forces.

Arix, for example, was currently piloting Star Dust and had just wiped the floor with a special forces soldier who challenged her, sending him flying out of the arena without breaking a sweat.

"Not bad at all!" Spears said, clapping hard. Then, with a firm voice, he added, "Next one, let's keep this going."