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Guardians known as dragons take special care in running the Elite Operatives in the dark times as we have come to know them and have made special arrangements for their Captain Prufalas the only female in Lycan history to lead the militia in an elite. Her female beta in training more dangerous perhaps so little is known of either of them. Her lt. is Alexis, and she they answer only to the fae council and the guardians. They show loyalties to their alphas, but even still, their alphas answer to their guardians.
Here magick is relearned and hits are taken and customs and courtesies are taught and the skill of hunt is retaught. More importantly the skill of mating and the fight is taught to females here. Prufalas and Alexis are brutal but their hearts are pure. Here is where they train battle and learn.

Alexis walked through the hallways that made up labyrinth that was the elite training grounds. She had the path memorized, and was one of the few people who did. She walked in darkness, disdaining the use of lights, and finally emerged into the room where Prufalas waited. Giving her a nod of the head, Alexis went to her, wrinkling her nose a little at the vial.

Alexis nodded slightly at Prufalas's words, but still, it irked her slightly. She hated having any type of weakness. Shrugging it away from her mind, she rested her hands on the hilts of her swords, thinking. "Caedus," she said. "He would serve well."

Wes sat in the shadows, watching the two females chat. His legs were crossed over one another, his arms occupied, one cradling his beloved Falchion, and the other, and stone. He had been maintaining his weapon alone, as was his usual routine. Alphas he thought to himself as his grip tightened on the stone. All the power that comes with the title, yet they stay back here in the rear. he thought angrily with disgust. He was still very bitter for being pulled off the frontlines. He was a soldier, and had been since he was a pup, yet he was sent back to train and instruct new recruits, only to be grabbed as a guard for the ones who had chosen his lifestyle for him. The thought of the situation nearly made him gag. He let the stone meet the crimson stained steel of his blade, and with a fluid motion, scraped it from hilt to tip.

Alexis stepped back, her outline blurring as the shadows fell over her. Her eyes glistened as she watched Prufalas take a stance, waiting calmly to see how Wes would respond.

Prufalas looked at her betrothed and gave a half smile inwardly and spoke to him in their lycan tongue" You are foolishly proud to think all these years I too have not fought the front lines, defending and protecting our lines. I have a distaste for the would be regime that choose not to fight at our side, but that is of no consequence, I am a royal in my own right, and I choose to fight, just as you do. Alexis freeze the shadows see that we are not disturbed, he and I are over due for this display. Wes, you may not learn, but I do."
Sliding her second foot behind her dark flames ignited the ground and a rip was heard as her serapht wings tore through and touched the ground then encased her body suddenly then flashed outwardly and in her hands she held two blades, and slung into the earth was a third. Her eyes were stark white and her pheremones were dangerously looming around him and she stomped her foot into the ground and the third blade waent careening into the air at the same time she cast the two blades upwards and caught all three and they mereged into Zanthos. The very air around them pulsated, and for the first time since she looked upon him something in her stirred. She again spoke in their tongue"Let us begin"

Wes stood his ground without so much as blinking. He had stood against powerful foes many times before, from humans with their high tech weaponry, to Betrayers whom he hunted. Witha fluid motion he flicked his wrist drawing the crimson stained curved blade from its leather sheath. He brought his free hand to the handle, gripping it tightly, his muscles flexing as his body went rigid. His heart began to beat faster, the sound of his blood pulsing through his veins echoed into his ears. He felt a sudden surge of energy as his body released its adrenaline. He slowly lowered his blade to his favored fighting position, with the blade extended out behind him, all the while keeping his eyes locked with his opponents. Then ever so carefully he began to circle to her side, minding his distance.

Wes felt the earth beneath himself tremor as it lurched towards his opponent. He relaxed his legs as to not loose his balance. With great finesse he shoved off of the now distorted earth with great strength, bringing the crimson bladed Falchion in an upward slash, letting it pause in front of him as if to use it to break her stance more than to slash at her. His grip tightened as his body braced for the impact, his legs curling up to his chest in case he needed to break off his attack.