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crossed their minds to disrespect a legend like Kelton. The guy was unreal and incredibly stupid.
    Moreover, for Denver’s bad luck, Kelton had heard every word he’d uttered.
    “You think that just because I am here teaching that I am no longer a warrior? That I am not tough enough? That I don’t have what it takes? That I’ve lost it?” His tone was more than enough to put his point across. The look in his eyes screamed barely restrained anger.
    This was certainly not how Kelton had expected this new teaching year to start out. He was used to arrogant little boys coming in here thinking that they were the Big I Am. No one had dared to disrespect him like this. There was no way he was going to allow a jumped up little piece of shit talk to him that way. He’d been out there, on the field, doing his duty while this little snot rag was still in nappies.
    He was fuming mad.
    “I’m waiting boy.”
    There was a stone cold silence enveloping the sparring room as every one waited to see what would happen next. They all knew that Denver had crossed the line and that Kelton was a time bomb waiting to explode. With morbid excitement, they were on the edges of their seats.
    “I didn’t mean it like that.” Denver sounded like a petulant five year old that had been caught out. There was no way that Denver wanted to back down in front of the rest of the recruits, but he also wasn’t stupid enough to try and take Kelton on. He talked smack but had no way to back it up when it came to someone with Kelton’s experience. This was one of the first times that his bravado had gotten him into trouble. He wasn’t sure how he was going to talk his way out of this one.
    “You know what? I don’t think I even want to waste my time trying to work out what you meant by that dim-witted comment.” Kelton turned back to the class and started to reach for the stash of weapons that were stacked up next to him in a box. The whole class gasped in unison, fearing what he was going to do.
    “Get out of my class. Right now. I’ll deal with you later.”
    Jackson turned to watch Denver skulk out of the room. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. This place was getting better by the minute in his opinion. First of all, he was sat in a class being taught by a master of his trade. Secondly, Denver had just been knocked off his perch. That just had to be the icing on the cake.
    “Now, I hope that the rest of you can show a little respect and dedication to this course.  Because, if you can’t I am politely asking you to leave now. I refuse to waste my time and energy on people who do not take the role of the warrior seriously.” Kelton glared around the room at the rest of the group. He found only eager faces, ready to learn.
    “Now, who can tell me what this is and what this seal represents?” Kelton said as he held up a small, ornately carved dagger and started on with the less on, ‘An Introduction to Weaponry’.
     
    After about two hours of going through only a small selection of weapons, a loud rapid-fire knock reverberated on the door of the room. Without taking his attention off the Kimber Solo CDP Laser 9mm Grip that was in his hand, Kelton called out, “Yes?”
    The door swung open and a woman with flowing rich auburn hair and a figure that deserved to be on a playboy centrefold came rushing into the room.
    Stopping for a moment to catch her breath and gather her composure, she heaved in a shuddering breath and walked over to where Kelton was still perched on the edge of his desk. This was going to be one of the hardest things that she’d ever had to do.
    All of the young men in the room stared at her in appreciative fascination. She moved with such speed and grace that her mere presence commanded their rapt attention. However, Kayleigh didn’t even bat an eyelid in their direction. They simply didn’t register on her radar. Focused, she waited patiently in front of Kelton.
    She knew him well enough to give him a minute to