C95 Grenades Again

"The dude Is a f*cking demon."

Yin smirked, her eyes not leaving the match.

"More like the s*x demon engine from hell if you ask any of the guys."

The four of them shared a glance. Ever since that wild night with Dracula, the story had spread like wildfire through the recruits.

Apparently, their night of passion with the alpha had turned into some kind of legendary tale among the crew.

The male recruits had started to look at Dracula as though he were a g*d, someone capable of superhuman feats both on and off the battlefield.

Every time one of the men walked by, there were whispers and grins exchanged, as though the males believed they'd somehow unlocked a secret power by simply being in Dracula's orbit.

For the female recruits, the reaction had been a mix of envy and curiosity.

They often whispered amongst themselves, some shooting Yin, Yang, Morgana, and Catherine jealous glances.

The fact that Dracula had "f*cked them senseless" to the point where they had all come back limping had elevated his status in a way that was both absurd and deeply embarrassing.

"On one hand,"

Morgana muttered, rubbing her sore shoulder courtesy of Dracula.

"It's kind of a relief that he doesn't seem to have any interest in us after that night. We can actually train without worrying about him dropping in for f*cking marathon season two."

Yin nodded, adjusting her sports tank top, which fit snugly against her now beyond firm b*easts.

"Yeah, but doesn't it kind of sting too? Like, he didn't even look our way after that. Nothing. Not a word. He acts like it never happened."

Catherine groaned, leaning back.

"You're telling me. We're not asking for a second round, but come on. We're women. It's not great for the ego when a guy like that just... moves on."

Yang chuckled dryly.

"I think we're still lucky he didn't use us to run another cardio session. That's a punishment I don't want to go through again."

The four of them sighed, watching as Dracula finished off the last recruit with a spinning kick that sent him sprawling across the tatami.

The sound of bodies hitting the mat echoed through the gym, and Dracula stood tall, barely even winded, his crimson eyes with yellow pupils scanning the recruits still conscious.

"You all fight like a bunch of p*ssies,"

He barked, his voice cutting through the heavy breathing.

"Get up, you've got another round coming."

The male recruits groaned, some trying to pick themselves off the ground, others simply rolling over in defeat.

Dracula's gaze shifted toward the sidelines where the women were seated, his eyes briefly locking onto Yin, Yang, Morgana and Catherine for a moment, there was something unreadable in his expression before he turned away and began organizing the next set of drills.

Yin felt her heart skip a beat. Even after everything, the guy still had a way of making her feel like she was being sized up for another test, another battle.

She shook it off, focusing on the next part of their training.

Just as the match wrapped up, Darius who also gained a rather fearsome reputation In the bed department together with the other four schmuks almost matching Draculas entered the gym.

"Get youre sorry asses back to the barracks and change Into youre space uniforms were throwing live grenades again!"

He barked, gesturing for the recruits to form up.

The live grenade-throwing exercise was next, and if anything, this was more nerve-wracking than the brutal hand-to-hand combat drills.

Yin and Yang exchanged a glance, their faces a mix of determination and anxiety.

"Time to blow things up,"

Catherine muttered under her breath as she stood up, rolling her shoulders.

"Let's hope we don't almost blow ourselves up in the process like last time,"

Morgana quipped, giving a half-hearted smile.

As the recruits lined up, the women couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction despite the pain, exhaustion, and bruises.

They were stronger, faster, and more prepared than they had ever been.

And whether Dracula showed any interest in them or not, they knew they were becoming something more.

The Iron Fenrirs didn't have room for the weak.

And after these months, none of them could be called that anymore.

The training might have been hell, but each of them was forging into something tougher, something unbreakable.

"Ready for live grenades?"

Yang asked with a grin her throwing hand already twitching.

Yin smirked back.

"Born ready."

...

Darius with a lush and well kept beard, ever the grizzled and commanding presence, stood at the firing range, a stern look on his face.

His eyes swept over the recruits, taking in their nervous energy and quiet determination.

"Form up!"

He barked, his voice sharp as a whip. The recruits quickly fell into line, their movements swift but practiced.

Yin, Yang, Morgana, and Catherine found their place at the front, their eyes focused ahead.

This wasn't their first time throwing live grenades, but the weight of the task never grew lighter. One mistake, and it was all over.

"Alright, you s*its,"

Darius growled, pacing in front of them, his combat boots echoing ominously across the metal floor.

"Today, we're going to see if any of you learned a damn thing from the last time. Live grenades. No f*cking around. If you screw this up, you won't just blow yourself up, you'll take your whole damn room with you. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

The recruits shouted in unison.

Darius nodded, satisfied with the volume but still unimpressed.

He reached into a crate beside him, pulling out a live grenade, holding it up for all to see.

"This,"

He began, his voice dripping with authority,

"Is a level 1 fragmentation grenade. You've all thrown live ones before, so this won't be any different, except for the fact that like always if you f*ck up, someone dies."

He held the grenade up higher, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"Pull the pin, toss it, and then get the f*ck down behind cover. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

Darius turned his gaze toward Yin, Yang, Morgana, and Catherine, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You four,"

He said, his tone dropping just a fraction,

"Front and center. Show the others how it's done."

The four women exchanged a quick glance. There was no room for hesitation here, not under Darius' watchful eye.

Yin stepped forward first, taking her place at the range.

She inhaled deeply, feeling the cold, solid weight of the grenade in her palm.

She had practiced this countless times with dummies, but the live grenade had a different energy to it, more real, more dangerous.

"Focus,"

She muttered to herself as she pulled the pin, gripping the grenade tightly.

"Throw when ready,"

Darius ordered, standing a few paces back, his eyes trained on her every move.

With a sharp inhale, Yin launched the grenade toward the designated target downrange.

The moment it left her hand, she dropped to the ground, rolling into cover behind a reinforced barricade.

A heartbeat later, the explosion shook the range built Inside the spaceship, a blast of fire, shrapnel, and sand roaring across the field.

"Good!"

Darius shouted over the noise.

"Now get back in line. Next!"

Yang was up next, her heart pounding in her chest.

She approached the range with a confident swagger, though she could feel the tension building in her muscles.

She pulled the pin, her fingers steady despite the weight of the task, and threw the grenade with all her might.

The second it left her grip, she darted behind cover, her eyes locked on the target just in time to see the explosion ripple through the air.

"Nice throw!"

Darius called, a rare note of approval in his voice.