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"Welcome to our special training grounds."
Khan spread his arms wide, presenting the kings' private arena like a showroom host displaying a prize.
Dean's jaw dropped. "They have a private training ground?"
"We actually have a training ground of our own," Nyssara added softly. "You just don't use it."
"And we have a special training ground as well." Zephyr's voice carried a note of smug satisfaction.
Dean straightened, matching the kings' smug energy with his own. "Yeah, you're right. Our training ground is special."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Enough talk." Kenshin's voice cut through the banter like a blade. He walked to the center of the training grounds without waiting for acknowledgment. "Let's begin."
"Okie." Khan followed, his tone cheerful, his posture loose.
The class of weirdos and the remaining kings retreated in unison, boots scraping against stone as they widened the distance between themselves and the two fighters at the center.
