i'll make a man out of you // open, training

[▷killian◁]

The doberman had no experience training other people; back at his old home, nobody had been trained for any sorts of fights, and the only reason he'd grown to love fighting so much was because of the tough love one of his friends had shown him. After a while, the pain meant nothing when you finally were able to beat someone in a fight when they'd been kicking your ass for years.

Sometime in the mid afternoon, Killian decided to finally go about doing the task Beck had given him. At least it wasn't boring, right? He got to have a fight with someone and watch others fight, as long as nobody died. That was his favourite part of the task; nobody could die, but Beck hadn't specified to not use claws or any of that, so Killian didn't find it necessary to make it a rule to not wound anyone.

Killian heaved himself up onto a short, crumbling wall, clearing his throat as he spun around. His cloudy eyes flicked around; he supposed there were enough of his group mates around to call out now. The demon took in a deep breath and barked out as loudly as he could, "HEEEEY!! Come over here, guys, I've got shit to do and it includes all of you! We're going to do some training type stuff!"

He winced when his voice cracked several times as he yelled and let out a little cough at the end of his call. Damn, yelling that loud really fuckin' sucked. He shrugged his shoulders, there wasn't much he could do about that, and yawned as he sat on the wall to wait for people to gather.

"SPEECH"

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