Damien stood tall over five other guys sprawled on the floor, he was breathing a bit heavily but he was far from being exhausted or tired or worn down, he hadn’t even broken a sweat, “Again!” he yelled and immediately some others came to drag away the five on the floor and another five replaced them standing in crouches and stances and battle-ready poses. This was supposed to be a training exercise, it was supposed to be Damien teaching them some vital fighting techniques that would give them the upper hand against the enemy, the Eldrian revolution, but instead it was just Damien dishing out punishment to them all, at least those that ended up sparing with him. These were mods he was training, both human and dragon mods (yeah, thanks to the crazy scientists that were working under a crazy
