exercises and training.
Come time for the recruits to learn the hand to hand combat, everyone gathered around a circular dirt ring. Austin stood in the center of the ring, while Jake and Brandon stood at his left and his right.
“Not only do you have to be concerned about the dead in this godforsaken planet we live on,” Austin started. “But it is also the living. Many of them believe in survival of the fittest and taking what they can from you for survival or pleasure, and they will do everything they can to best you. You must outmatch their skills, for they do vary. You are going to learn proper take down and incapacitating skills, and you are going to learn how to defend yourself when you are unarmed. What I want first is for you recruits to line up in two lines facing each other on either side of the combating grounds.”
The ten recruits did as Austin had ordered, lining up in two lines across from each other on both sides of that dirt ring.
“The rules are simple,” Brandon said. “Do not leave the ring or you are out. You win by either submission or knock out. The game will be tied once we say, ‘Stop.’ The two in the front of the line will start us off. Once they are done, they will move to the back of the line until everyone has had their share of combat.”
Joseph was first in his line. He was facing a husky pale guy with bulky shoulders, like those of a bodybuilder, and a pair of dog tags with the number nine on them. The man went into a standard fighting stance, with his fists clenched in front of his face, awaiting Brandon to say when to begin.
“I’ll try and go easy on you, Seven,” Nine said.
Joseph formed a peculiar stance, with his arms relaxed in front of him, and his palms pointing towards the ground.
“I don’t know about that, Lieutenant,” Jake whispered. “Do we need to tell him he’s all wrong on his fighting stance?”
“I’ll tell him,” Austin responded. “As soon as he’s kissing the dirt. He’ll learn after that.”
Brandon then strolled to the side of the ring, giving the two some fighting room.
“Begin!” Brandon called out.
Once Nine inched forward towards Joseph, he swung his fists. Joseph quickly dodged the jabs, slapping them out of the way as he swiftly moved from side to side. He carefully placed his footing, slowly sidestepping to the right, circling around Nine, who would shift his torso in Joseph’s direction.
Nine suddenly pounced towards Joseph, with his feet aiming for Joseph’s head. Joseph quickly ducked, rolling to the side, and then cartwheeling back in his feet. Once standing, Joseph flipped towards Nine, knocking him down with a corkscrew kick.
“I stand corrected,” Austin whispered to Jake. “And that never happens when training recruits.”
“Never hurts to expect the unexpected,” Jake replied.
“Still has a long way to go, Marshal.”
Joseph then offered to help Nine up, but he refused, picking himself up on his feet, and