Centurion training at its finest

**Flashback to three years ago**

Liam yawned, he had stayed up most of the night studying for finals. He was graduating high school in two weeks, but before he could officially retire from his legion position he had to train the next one. So that's what he was doing at this moment, waiting for the kid that was to replace him so he could train him. However they were supposed to start ten minutes ago, and the kid still wasn't there yet... oh he was going to fix that....

14-year-old Carter was ready to take the position of Centurion. He had been training for this moment, and his mother told him that it was destined to happen. She had been a 1st Cohort Centurion at one point, just like he was going to be when Liam Davenport retired from the Legion. Unluckily, that morning, he was late for his training with Liam; 11-year-old Sophia was sick. Carter had to be taken to training by his Uncle Daniel, the famous actor.

Carter rushed towards Liam once he got to the Field of Mars. "Sorry, dude, I'm late, I know! My little sister got sick and my mom couldn't- nevermind, let's get to the training. And, I know, before you say it, a soldier is never late."

"You're late." Liam said, as Carter ran up to him. He raised an eyebrow as the kid went off with his excuses. He looked at him, for a few seconds. "You done? Even if you arrived on time, you'd still be late. Five minutes early. Always." He stated, "Run a mile. Up to that tree over there, and back should be about the distance... then I'll see what you already know and still need to learn..." He yawned, closing his eyes. "Why are you still standing here? GO!" Man, this is some serious de ja vu... Can't believe I remembered that word for word... I even got the yawning correct. Now I know why he was even yawning in the first place.... He smiled to himself, proudly.

"Right, sir. Thank you, sir." Carter started running the mile. He had to do this. Becoming Centurion was his destiny. Carter ran the mile in about 6 and a half minutes. He wiped his forehead off, and looked at Liam. "What next, sir?"

Liam laughed to himself as the kid took off running, he laid down on the ground and closed his eyes. Figuring he could take a nap while he waited. "Uhhh ok... hmm where were we? Oh... uhh sparring... right... that's next..." He mumbled to himself. "Please tell me you brought your weapons?" Liam asked, standing up. He was slightly glad for that five minute power nap he just took.

"I did." Carter picked up his sword. "Liam, you'll kick my butt, dude, we can't spar." Carter never had that mindset, but this was the great Liam Davenport we were talking about.

"That's the point. We fight. You learn. Then, when finally you beat me I'll get to retire." He took his own sword out, he decided to leave its second half at home, figuring he didn't want to kill the kid too badly on the first day of training. "Whenever you're ready?" He said, smirking.

Carter sighed. If beating the great Liam Davenport made him a Centurion, he'd beat the great Liam Davenport. He put his sword out. "You make the first move," Carter said, proudly, trying to hide the quiver in his voice.

"If you insist." Liam laughed a bit, and quickly swiped his sword at his chest.

Carter barely avoided having a sword in his chest. He almost panicked, but he knew as a soldier, to never panic while in a fight. Just do. Carter swung his sword at his right hip.

Liam blocked the swing, and then swung back aiming again for his chest. 'this kid is so freaking out right now.' He almost smiled, but refrained since that wouldn't be professional. Liam kept a blank face, so as to not give the kid any idea of how he was doing.

Carter was hit, but luckily due to his quick reactions and months of training with his mother, it wasn't as bad as it could've been. There was some blood, but nothing too earth shattering. Carter sliced at his feet fairly quickly.

Liam blocked, and swung at Carter's sword arm.

Carter was hit and dropped his sword. He tried a tactic he learned from his mother- he picked up the sword with his left hand, quickly, and jabbed at his stomach.

Liam actually wasn't expecting the kid to know that move, but then he remember that this kid was also from a pretty powerful family. He probably had some sort of training, maybe not as much as the training his dad had given him. He kept his face neutral as he side stepped out of the way, letting the sword pass through where he had just been standing, he grabbed for the sword hilt to pull Carter forward. He then pulled his knife out of his back pocket, and held it up to his neck.

ooc that was bad, but I don't care.

Carter was surprised that he had countered that so easily. Before he knew it, there was a knife against his neck and Liam had pulled his sword away. "Damn, you're eve better than I thought," Carter said, panting and trying to catch his breath. "Who was the Centurion before you that trained you, dude?"

"Mia Lopez." He answered him, shortly. Liam removed the knife, and pushed him onto the ground. "Again. Unless you already can't get back up..." Liam smirked.

ooc sorry for god-modding a bit, I couldn't think of a better way to write it.

ooc: It's good, I don't really mind stuff so minor like that lol

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Carter smiled and jumped up. "Mia Lopez. I think I know her. NRU student, tallish, hot, blonde?" he asked, drawing his sword, ready to fight again.

Liam stood ready for him to start again. He ignored the questions, "I'd focus more on trying to beat me then who trained me if I were you."

"Right," Carter said. "Sorry, sir. You take the first swing, again."

Liam rolled his eyes, and swiped his sword at Carter's stomach this time. This strikes were all aimed to injure him, hopefully enough so he'd eventually give up. He figured it might take all day, but there was always tomorrow, and the next day.... and the next day... and the day after that. It had personally took Liam about a month to finally beat the last Centurion trainer, and that was considered almost slightly less than normal. Though there had been Centurions in the past who beat their trainers in less time, as well as more time.

Carter was hit by Liam's sword a few times, enough to knock him back and make him gasp. He thought about using his powers, but he knew he should be fair- and, at this point, his powers weren't fully developed. If he lost control of them, he could die.

ooc powers allowed... at least since Liam is also a kid of a war god, and has the same powers XP

"Fix your stance." Liam said, swiping down at his legs to show that his stance would kill him if he didn't fix it. He wasn't going to tell him what was wrong though, he'd have to figure it out on his own.

Carter got up in pain, and fixed his stance a bit, barely avoiding being swiped back to the ground. Carter swung his sword at him.

Liam blocked, then swiped back. "That's better." He said.