Cain's next class used to be his least favorite. It wasn't one he could skip though as it was a core class that needed to be completed if he wanted to graduate.
Practical Combat Techniques. Known simply as Fighting 101.
The class was held outside in one of the school's many training grounds. Since he was already late, Cain could already hear the clash of metal and the smell of sweat in the air.
The combat Instructor for the class was surprisingly an elf. However, unlike most of his kin, Mr. Natorio lived by the blade. Elves as a mystic race were better known for their magical prowess that came at the cost of their physical strength.
Mr. Natorio was the exact opposite of that. Muscle training, Weapon training. Weight training. If it was physical, he was into it.
The result of his fascination was fascinating in itself. Elves were normally frail and thin while the instructor was the definition of a macho body builder.
