ASHER
Axel’s grunts rang out from the training area, and there were a suspicious number of warriors taking a break from their daily training at the same time. My twin’s grunts could be heard from outside of the area, and I already knew he was taking his frustrations out on a couple of dummies. The warriors were avoiding him to avoid being his punching bag instead.
I watched him from several yards away, gauging just how sour his mood was. The dummy was taking a serious beating, but his movements were precise and lethal. Despite his anger, he was still in full control of his attacks. It wasn’t the style Ethan and I trained our warriors in, but I wasn’t surprised. While Axel rarely trained with me as we grew up, he took lessons in other types of fighting. It was different, but that didn’t
