The training grounds were filled with fighters, each section of the field spaced out into different tactic forms; long range abilities, short ranged abilities, and clear cut fighting.
“It would be nice if we could join in on some of these things, but it’s been expressly prohibited!” Katya hissed in the back of her mind. She had become a bitter and almost resentful wolf since Royce rejected Apollo. “Does that not concern you?”
“Kat,” Royce sighed.
She’d been on the soap box of worries and snide comments for a while now. Royce was sure that it wouldn’t stop any time soon.
She continued watching while walking, then she bumped into someone. Royce stumbled back. “Oh! I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Clearly.” the young woman said snidely, as she glared condescendingly at
