Marcus paced, his eyes assessing the two after that grueling, body-altering warm-up.
Then he spoke up, "You're both raw, but that's fixable." Saying it as if they were toys, which they were to him, for now. His tone was demanding, his lips puckered out, eyes narrowed, brows slightly going inward. "Nova, your form's instinctual, which is very good. So, I want you to keep working on it." Then, turning to Adam, "Adam, you have got a lot of talent, but you're doubting too much. Drop it. Hesitation kills faster than any monster can."
The two nodded in unison, moving on to agility drills: dodging holographic projectiles that zipped from wall emitters like angry hornets. Nova weaved, his body low, the projections grazing his skin slightly with a sting.
One clipped his shoulder, a jolt like Freya's teasing zap, but much sharper, and dangerous.
Adam took more hits at first, screaming, but learned quickly. His dodges became sharper.
