Eric sat on a large box, at the end of the couse, looking at his watch with triumph. He'd done it. He'd broken that one minute mark. Beat Victor, the infamous Mohican-Norwegian giant, and Natalie, the French-Russian leviathan. He'd finally done it. But barely, by the skin of his teeth. He had to really work to get past his eye, and his few injuries still healing. But he'd done it. He'd beat the time. He looked up as he heard Natalie's voice. Just Natalie though he didn't see Victor. Not that it mattered. He nodded, "Made it..." he nods, "Yes Madam. Thank you Madam." He takes a deep breath then kicks off the box, going back to the course master to turn in the weapons.

It's praise, and it's what he'll take. Victor and Natalie seem to think they can make use of him by the sound of it. And that's fantastic. He'll take it. He makes for the barracks. Unzipping the suit he's wearing as he goes, airing out his sweaty flesh. It felt good, it felt like he was finally alive again.

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The australian outback is something else entirely when you're out there during the night. During the day it's a hot hell. All the snakes, and spiders are out in force too. Australia has some of the most deadly, poisonous and venonmous creatures in the world. Snakes spiders, and a variety of other deadly things beyond that. so as these soldiers, new recuirts to Blue Sword PMC are out there, they are watching their feet as much as they are watching the area around them. But when you're under the tutelage of a man who's 7 feet and more, but can move like he's a 5 foot tall ninja well it pays to try and be extra vigilant. But these guys are fresh out of the army, where they didn't have to be smart and were just to do what they were told. And that's all the lot of them were doing. Watching and marching but not actually watching. So it started quietly. A dawdler at the back who thought this was just another night watch let out a grunt as he was pulled off the path. No one heard him. And Victor left him with two Blue Sword mercs. Two of several mercs he had brought along. Two for nearly every member of the 30 man squad. Victor had pressed his big heavy titanium gun stock club to the recruits chin and shook his head. The big man dressed in swatched black, grey, dark blue and brown. The stealth armor was something he had made back in Tier 1 Black. all the differant color broke up your form in the dark. Making it way harder to see you, it was old school stealth and field craft.

He grinned brightly then took off again. He'd take one of two of the mercs at a time. Catching one with the club, and dragging another off with a big hand over their mouth. He did this again and again until the remainder wised up. And they began to pay more attention. But they still fell. Though now the recruits knew something was happening. Some big preadtor maybe was picking them off.

It was down to the last 9, when they could see the lights of the PMC base in the distance. That's when they finally saw it. They saw a huge  figure rise what it seemed like right out of the middle of the path. The leader called for guns up. Just nine recruits left really. Victor looked at them, then tapping the ground with his gun club. And a mass of light blazed on behind him, and around the recruits. The leader of the recruits sighed and tossed his gun to the ground. Victor nodded, "Nine of you left." He paced forward and stopped in front of them. The mercs he brought with him carting the ones he had taken in the field, out to show them to the reaminder, "Now tell me how you failed." He pulled the mesh mask off his face to lean down and look at the nine in the team, "Tell me, what you could have done to have stopped this." He grinned, "And make it good, because technically, what just happened here was that almost 90% of your squad was wiped out, by one lone assailant. With no shots fired and major casualties. So tell me how you failed, and then we can go home for the night." He let the head of his metal gun club hit the ground, pulverizing a rock the size of his head, and listened as the recruits, the ones alive and the ones "dead" all began to tell him what they had observed in this, and what they thought they could do better. Victor could see it now, they were beginning to understand, they had been pushed hard physically, too and past their limits. They had felt what it feels like to truly lose.

When they are done. Victor nods, "Get on the trucks. They'll take you back to barracks. You all might actually be ready for the Major. Might." He motioned, "Up you get! Let's go home!" He jumped into the back of a SUV, which took him back to base.

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He arrived back at base a short while later. He had went to the adjoining showers to their suite,private showers of course no one else had access,  to get the dust and sweat of his own exertions off. So when he walks into the bedroom, a towel on...around his neck...he spots Natalie and hums, "Well, what's this then. A boxum, beautiful, powerhouse goddess in my rooms. What ever will I tell my fiancee." He grins as that bra fell he grinned, and did as Natalie beckoned. He was on her in a momnt, one big paw grabbing one of those bountiful breasts, his lips mashing into hers, "By the creator and all his blessing...I'm going to have you tonight woman." He chuckled as the two titans clashed. A clash in all the best ways.