Chapter ten
Gerald
I punched Dorian, sending him flying across the training field into a stone pillar. He groaned, sprawled on the ground, clearly needing a moment to recover.
Satisfied, I took out my hand wraps and threw them on the bench.
I inspected my bruised fist, and I frowned.
I felt just a bit better than I had during the meeting.
I had been sparring for over twenty minutes with one of my best combatants.
Out of three men, I had taken down all three men.
"Training is over for today," I said to Dorian, who still looked very disoriented, before making my way out of the training field.
I was starving and needed something to eat. Plus a long shower.
Squinting my eyes against the aggressiveness of the morning sun, I strolled out of the training field and into the house, downin
