waiting for their cue, a huge mass of troopers descended on the table. Standing behind Reggie in neat rows, Brent could make out dozens and dozens of troopers, every one of them wearing the same white and purple uniform that Reggie was.
“Brought a few squads to back you up?” Tyra asked, without taking a step back. “How brave of you.”
“A few squads?” Reggie wasn’t playing around anymore, his tone was devoid of idle threats. “Forgotten how to count have we? I trust you’ll find that my entire division stands with me, all one hundred strong. Now, I’m only going to say this one more time. Step away from the recruits and return to your own table. Now .”
Several division leaders immediately took their leave and quickly rushed back to their tables. Most of the recruits stood up, clearing themselves of the table and tensing for a fight. Tyra stood firm. Brent remained sitting, his neck starting to ache from looking behind him for so long.
“Now, now. Can’t we all just get along?” a deep voice asked playfully from opposite Reggie.
Looking forward, Brent was face to face with a pair of boots. Standing where his meal had been was a heavyset trooper in a green and orange uniform with a huge grin practically lining his face from ear to ear. Behind him, standing on the other side of the table, was another army of troopers. While their uniforms were sloppy and mostly unkempt, they too wore the green and orange of the trooper standing before Brent.
“Who are you and what does the FF want with me?” Reggie asked, honestly confused.
“His name is Cain, and he told me you have a little bit of a tiff with that boy.” A tall man in green and orange with a gold emblem on his shoulder emerged from the group of troopers. “Is this true, Reggie?”
“ Leonard , I should have known.” Reggie’s voice remained firm. “This doesn’t concern you. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. This is RG business; leave us to it.”
“Dante, take the others and get some distance,” Brent whispered as he stood. “This doesn’t look good.”
“Sir?” Dante asked with clenched fists.
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one Reggie is gunning for. The last thing we need is to be in a brawl before the next exam. Now get everyone out of here,” Brent whispered forcefully.
“Maybe if you are lucky they will count this as your combat exam,” The heavyset trooper said as he got off Brent’s plate.
“Cain was it?” Owen asked. “What exactly is that guy’s problem with Brent?”
“Reginald? You guys are doing a bit too well on the exams,” Cain said swiping at the food hanging off his boots. “Reggie thinks he can put an end to that by putting an end to your friend.”
“Looks like the odds are no longer in your favor, Reggie,” Leonard said. “My division, a few brave division leaders, and, to top it all off, the entire set of recruits. You sure you want to take us all on?” he asked as he advanced toward his foe.
“You know, I was never any good at retreating. Once I choose a plan of action, it’s all or nothing !” Reggie shouted as he charged forward.
Joining the battle charge, the entire RG division behind Reggie rushed the recruits. The FF matched charge for charge, leaping over the table. Reggie dodged Leonard’s punch and dived toward Brent. Reggie made contact, knocking the wind out of him. Staggering, Brent watched Reggie launch a follow up punch. He tried to duck but was too slow. The blow landed squarely on his right cheek. As Brent hit the floor, Reggie raised both his fists, locking them together for the final blow. Reggie swung down with all his might. Brent’s eyes closed, anticipating the coming blow.
However, there was no following pain. Opening his eyes, he found a female trooper in FF colors standing between them, Reggie’s fists still resting on her shoulders. A brief look of fear
“Brought a few squads to back you up?” Tyra asked, without taking a step back. “How brave of you.”
“A few squads?” Reggie wasn’t playing around anymore, his tone was devoid of idle threats. “Forgotten how to count have we? I trust you’ll find that my entire division stands with me, all one hundred strong. Now, I’m only going to say this one more time. Step away from the recruits and return to your own table. Now .”
Several division leaders immediately took their leave and quickly rushed back to their tables. Most of the recruits stood up, clearing themselves of the table and tensing for a fight. Tyra stood firm. Brent remained sitting, his neck starting to ache from looking behind him for so long.
“Now, now. Can’t we all just get along?” a deep voice asked playfully from opposite Reggie.
Looking forward, Brent was face to face with a pair of boots. Standing where his meal had been was a heavyset trooper in a green and orange uniform with a huge grin practically lining his face from ear to ear. Behind him, standing on the other side of the table, was another army of troopers. While their uniforms were sloppy and mostly unkempt, they too wore the green and orange of the trooper standing before Brent.
“Who are you and what does the FF want with me?” Reggie asked, honestly confused.
“His name is Cain, and he told me you have a little bit of a tiff with that boy.” A tall man in green and orange with a gold emblem on his shoulder emerged from the group of troopers. “Is this true, Reggie?”
“ Leonard , I should have known.” Reggie’s voice remained firm. “This doesn’t concern you. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. This is RG business; leave us to it.”
“Dante, take the others and get some distance,” Brent whispered as he stood. “This doesn’t look good.”
“Sir?” Dante asked with clenched fists.
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one Reggie is gunning for. The last thing we need is to be in a brawl before the next exam. Now get everyone out of here,” Brent whispered forcefully.
“Maybe if you are lucky they will count this as your combat exam,” The heavyset trooper said as he got off Brent’s plate.
“Cain was it?” Owen asked. “What exactly is that guy’s problem with Brent?”
“Reginald? You guys are doing a bit too well on the exams,” Cain said swiping at the food hanging off his boots. “Reggie thinks he can put an end to that by putting an end to your friend.”
“Looks like the odds are no longer in your favor, Reggie,” Leonard said. “My division, a few brave division leaders, and, to top it all off, the entire set of recruits. You sure you want to take us all on?” he asked as he advanced toward his foe.
“You know, I was never any good at retreating. Once I choose a plan of action, it’s all or nothing !” Reggie shouted as he charged forward.
Joining the battle charge, the entire RG division behind Reggie rushed the recruits. The FF matched charge for charge, leaping over the table. Reggie dodged Leonard’s punch and dived toward Brent. Reggie made contact, knocking the wind out of him. Staggering, Brent watched Reggie launch a follow up punch. He tried to duck but was too slow. The blow landed squarely on his right cheek. As Brent hit the floor, Reggie raised both his fists, locking them together for the final blow. Reggie swung down with all his might. Brent’s eyes closed, anticipating the coming blow.
However, there was no following pain. Opening his eyes, he found a female trooper in FF colors standing between them, Reggie’s fists still resting on her shoulders. A brief look of fear
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