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There were aches, and creaks, and groans, and moans from the trainee's who had passed the last test in the previous week. Bruises were still present, and ripening from the bludgeoning they'd received from gaining some experience with using the 3DMG, and making their acquaintance with numerous trees. Dr. Gru had his hands full with quite a few patients who had suffered the unpleasantries of such rigorous training. But the patient doctor got those in need all patched up for the next bought of brutal work! It was safe to say that the crew of greenhorns were a bit worn down.. but there was no rest for the weary! well, not a whole lot, at least. It was on to the next weeks testing!

As the trainess dragged themselves to the field to meet their instructors for what was on the agenda, many were given a jolt from the booming voice that carried over even the furthest of distances... most likely the reason for why a flock of birds suddenly burst from a clump of trees, too. It was Baldy, no doubt about it. Barking at the sluggish members taking too long for his liking to join with those that were already there, a pep was seen in the steps of some of them, while a couple even stumbled from the shock. But eventually, everyone was round up. Standing at the massive mans side was Gazelle, her blank, disinterested expression staring into the crowd of the students, but at no one in particular.

The speech given was your typical sort from the impressive giant that was Santos, powerful voice unable to be unheard by anyone in the vicinity of the camps territory, emotions both contradicting and unnerving to the words spoken, laced with a flare to them that was able to make one feel unsettled and... probably a bit confused. However the gist was there. Two elongated, steel blades were torn out of the rectangle cartridges resting on either of his thighs, the shaped metal gleaming and shining under the caress of the suns rays. Gazelle gave a mild berth to the boisterous instructor, who proceeded in a series of thrusts, swings, jabs, and slashes with the dual blades. Orders of the detailed variety were shouted throughout... in essence showing the youths what sorts of key moves they should be practicing.

Stopping suddenly, with a dramatic pose to boot, Santos slowly gathered himself, and smoothed a large calloused hand over his glistening skull, as though smoothing back luscious locks... before the yelling resumed. The trainee's were to be split into pairs to work on their swordsmanship, and help one another execute their form, from what'd been witnessed by the great Baldy. He would walk around, keeping tabs, as well as performing further examples of the various moves. Not only that, but the weight, length, and the art of dual wielding were traits that the young bloods needed to be accustomed to.


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Once the basics of the blade dancing was grasped, and the participants were able to have a better feel for handling them, they would be then given the attention of Gazelle. Further off to the side, there were a couple of benches out, all containing small boxes with small tubs of cleaners, and cloths. Arms folded behind her back, she stood at attention, giving clear instruction to the arm-weary soldiers in training. Their gear was of grave importance, another extension of their own bodies, and thus required annual upkeep to remain in tip top condition.

Gazelle performed a demonstration of how to carefully and perfectly check each part of ones 3DMG, and what to look for should something be awry. And of course how to fix it. She held a sort of tenderness to the way she cleaned every nook and cranny flawlessly, thoroughly, and without hesitation; clearly showing her experience. And while she may have held her usual bland, emotionless tone of voice, there was definitely evidence of her dedication towards caring for her equipment.

Straightening up, her attention veered to her pupils, as an arm extended in gesture for them to take part in it as well. The blades, gas cylinders, operating device, and body of the device, along with anything that interacted with the gear had to be always perfect, eagerly awaiting to be used by their human partners.