The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Page A

crystal clear once again that there was to be limited bodily contact, more well placed hits, plus they were all padded up to prevent any actual bodily damage.  But, that hadn’t stopped Denver from trying his hardest to inflict some kind of injury on the pre-grad trainee that he’d been put up against.  Denver was becoming a real pain in the ass that Kelton didn’t have the energy or patience to deal with at the moment.  Seriously?  Did he think he could take those guys on? Who have had years more training than him and were twice his size?  Idiot.
    Denver thought that he was indestructible.  Which was obviously a really bad idea.  The guy had been paired up with a huge hulk of a man.  Also, he had been one of the one’s who had stood up for Jackson in the shower room, and was already holding a grudge against the newbie, even before this fiasco.  Denver had just presented him with the perfect opportunity to kick his ass and put him back in his place. And he had.
    So, Marius had turned around after one blow too many and planted Denver firmly on his backside - and was now flatly refusing to let the boy go.  Turning him over and slamming his face into the padded mats that covered the sparring room floor, he was now just holding him there, refusing to budge.  He had to prove a point that Denver was nothing and was thoroughly enjoying making him look a total moron.
    Kelton could understand Marius’ motivation, but this wasn’t something he could let go.  He sped up his pace and turned the corner, already able to hear the commotion coming from the classroom.  There were plenty of jeers, cheers and taunts from the rest of the boys who were all revelling in seeing Denver getting royally humiliated.   The boy had only been at the academy for a few days and already he was making more than a nuisance of himself. 
    Kelton stood in the doorway and waited to get their attention.  Marius saw him and simply nodded, removing himself from Denver, not before giving him a sly jab in the ribs for good measure, though.  The rest of the class fell silent.
    All except for Denver, who had jumped to his feet and was waving his fists around and cursing for all the world to hear.  Just as he was about to lunge forward to attempt to plant a hit on Marius again, Kelton stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug style, immobilising him completely.
    “Marius? Care to explain the problem to me here?”  Kelton’s voice was scarily calm, given the circumstances.  Those that knew him would know that this was the time to start worrying.  Calculated calm often equalled danger in Kelton’s world.  He had more than enough on his mind at the moment and dealing with a man who was acting like a spoilt little brat was pushing his patience to the very limit.
    It was near the top of the list of the rules of combat at the school. You did not fight one another.  You fought alongside one another.  You train with one another.  We are not the enemy.  But, occasionally, you got a student like Denver who thought that he could take on the whole world.
    “Sure, Sir.  This little boy thought that he could disrespect the family line of the leader, and in doing so, disrespecting our deceased leader.  Oh, and the guy called me a pussy, which is never a smart move when you are faced with someone bigger, smarter and better.”  Marius’ face remained calm and professional as he spoke to the Warrior.  At least until the last bit, when he turned his face slightly to meet Denver’s eyes and grinned menacingly.
    “Is this true?  Denver?  Is that how it happened?”
    B efore he could answer, several of the other trainee’s piped up, “It’s true.  He started it this morning with Jackson and he’s been going on about it ever since.” “Yeah, he’s a dick.”  And “He deserved it.” among many other not so pleasant comments about Denver.
    “Well, clearly, you weren’t paying any attention during your orientation