3 Wound Control (Patreon)

Inside of a boxing ring stand four people. One is a grown man with short black hair and casual cloths while the other three surrounding him are all young boys.

Clearly someone likes bullying children.

Of the three young boys, the oldest is a fourteen year old with natural frosty blue hair that matches his eyes that have a cold look to them and very pale skin. He is wearing black sports shorts and a short sleeved black compress shirt.

This is Archie, one of the three of Reaves' B-class wards.

His power is the creatively named Frost Touch which allows him to freeze anything he touches.

Such a power would have a higher rating, but the time it takes something to freeze is too large. It would take at least a minute or two to fully freeze a person.

Even then, provided he becomes skilled enough, it is not impossible for him to change his threat rating to A-class.

However that solely depends on how good of a fighter he becomes, after all, powers do not change or grow.

Other than Archie, the second eldest boy is called Max, he is thirteen and has black hair and brown eyes with an arrogant smirk on his face and is wearing the same clothes as Archie.

His power is rather simple. It's called Heavy Throw and as the name suggests, he can throw things extra hard.

Certainly not a flashy power, but with the throwing knives he is still learning to use, he will be quite scary but also not that scary.

You could liken him to a normal person holding a crossbow.

The last boy in the ring is the youngest at twelve years of age. He has short and scruffy black hair that covers his ears and nearly reaches his ice blue eyes that have a dead look to them, like he is staring into the abyss.

This is me, and I am also wearing the same clothes as the other two.

Apparently, these clothes are especially cheap, so they can just be replaced when we get our blood on them or they tear.

Standing between the three of us, Reaver doesn't have a trace of fear on his face and actually looks rather bored, even though we are about to spar.

Then again, we are all going to get our collective asses kicked, so it isn't really a surprise he looks so bored.

It doesn't help that our strategy is non existent and that we will simply charge in together and hope things miraculously work out for us this time.

Personally, I think the best strategy would be for me to charge forward and try to hold him down so that Max can throw Archie at him.

But not only am I not allowing myself to speak, but I somehow doubt that Archie would be willing.

Pulling out a pair of stiletto knives, Reaver adopts a fighting stance that we each try our bests to mimic.

"Alright brats, enough staring. Begin!"

As he says that, Archie and I rush forward to engage him, Archie with his bare hands and me with a metal bat that just appeared in my hands.

What? We aren't boxing, there is no reason to fight fair, we are training for actual fights here. Besides, it's not like it's going to help much.

Max takes some metal balls out of his pockets and prepares for an opening to hit Reaver with them.

Against a normal person, they wouldn't be able to dodge his throws, but Reaver has a minor strength boost that comes with his power.

This is a pretty common thing, it's also something that frequently differentiates B-class from C-class since it's only people who's powers are considered B-class or above that have a strength bonus even if it isn't related to their power.

Not that all of them do, just no C-class does, not to mention, the boost isn't incredibly large.

If I had to give a measurement for the boost, I would say that it would give a twelve year old girl the strength of a fourteen year old boy.

So not a big difference, but enough that you could kick the ass of anyone that matches your stature, not to mention what a grown man can do to a group of kids.

Because of this bonus, Archie reaches Reaver first, thanks to having the strength of a sixteen year old boy while I am merely a twelve year old.

Archie swipes his hand out for Reavers torso, hoping for an easy hit, but Reaver easily steps back and dodges it.

At the same time, he swipes one of his stilettos for the back of Archies hand, managing to leave a small cut, but also causing his blade to get partially frozen over.

Before anything else can happen, I arrive at Reavers side and swing my bat with all of my meagre strength.

Probably more out of respect of the spar than any feeling of danger does Reaver take a step away from me to dodge. However, before he can punish me like he did Archie, he hastily drops to the ground.

Not a moment later, a blur passes by where his head was a moment ago.

"Damn, he dodged again." Max's voice comes from the side.

If that had hit, then Max might have ended up killing him. Head injuries are no joke after all.

Reaver then jumps in the air as another blur crashes into the ground where he was, cracking it.

"Stop dodging!"

While still in the air, Reaver performs a horizontal spin, throwing one of his knives at Max at the same time.

Max doesn't react in time and the knife buries itself in his thigh, making him scream out in pain and fall to the ground.

Without paying him any mind, Reaver turns back to Archie and I who are both attacking at the same time.

Reaver takes a step away from me, making my swing miss, without even looking at me and instead focuses on Archie who is lurching forward with one hand out and the other behind his back.

Reaver falls backwards, keeping his torso only an inch away from Archie's hand, and lands on his hands, where he uses his new leverage to shoot one of his feet forward.

He then rolls out of the way as Archie falls down where he just was, barely getting his hands under him in an instinctive reaction.

Unfortunately, doing so exposes his wound to Reavers line of sight.

The next instant, Reaver's power comes into effect and the small cut on the back of Archies hand rapidly extends, corkscrewing around his arm all the way up to his shoulder and causing rivulets of blood to gush out of him.

Archie, who was only holding himself up with his hands, then collapses on his side as the sudden pain causes his arm to buckle.

With a casual and languid ease, Reaver gets back to his feet, casting a brief glance to Max, who is struggling to get into a throwing stance after having just taken the knife out of his leg.

Max then collapses back onto the floor as the deep cut on his leg suddenly expands in a full circle and leaves him almost amputated, his bone visible as a gap in the flesh of his leg is opened.

"Motherfucker! Ow ow ow owww!" Max cries out as he holds his leg and rolls back and forth on the floor.

Reaver then turns to me as I once again go for a blind and full strength swing of the bat, ignoring my suffering teammates.

Reaver doesn't even bother with me and just leans back to dodge my swing and sends a dismissive kick to my chest that has me rolling away.

At the very least, I can properly see that my braindead act is doing it's intended job of making everyone dismissive of me.

"Alright brats, that's enough." Reaver says, mostly for me since Max isn't getting up and Archie has lost a decent amount of blood.

I walk over to my bat that I dropped when Reaver kicked me and I store it back away.

As I do that, Reaver gives Max a look and the next moment, his mostly amputated leg rapidly reattaches itself, flesh knitting back together until his leg is completely healed.

I know from experience that if it wasn't for all of the blood, you wouldn't even be able to tell that his leg was ever cut, since Reaver's ability doesn't leave scars.

He then turns to Archie and fixes his arm as well.

"Towels." Reaver says out loud and understanding his meaning, I walk up to the other two and give them a wet towel each so they can clean themselves.

"Next time for sure, I will crack your head open like an egg." Max taunts to Reaver, who just gives him a dismissive glance.

"Sure you will." Is all Reaver says as he leaves the ring to check in on the others' training.

Max and Lucy are probably the two that fear Reaver the least, even making sure to taunt him when they can, no matter how it usually results in them getting cut open and put back together.

I think that for some reason, the heavy punishment just motivates them further. I am pretty sure it's what they call a 'rebellious personality'.

One of the books I've read said that it was a common thing among teenagers but I can say that the two of them are the minority.

The rest of us would much rather avoid needless pain.

Archie doesn't say anything and just leaves the ring to do some solo training.

His personality is as cold as his power, or maybe he is just putting on an at because he wants to be thematic.

Well anyway, with that out of the way I also leave the ring and join the others in using the various exercise equipment.

My chest still hurts slightly from when Reaver kicked me away, I will probably have a bruise later, so I decide to use one of the treadmills.

I firmly believe that being able to run away should be what I focus my training on.

I mean, what if I come up against someone powerful like Reaver as an enemy?

It would be much safer to simply run away in that situation, not to mention I am a runner anyway. My job is to run around the city doing deliveries, so it would be best for me to keep building my stamina up.

As I am using the treadmill, Lucy enters the ring and starts fighting with Max.

I've heard Stephanie saying how the two of them are lovebirds in a mutually abusive relationship.

I'm not entirely sure what that is supposed to mean, but Holly says that it just means they like each other and find it fun to fight against the other.

After a few hours of training, Reaver finally calls an end to the training and allows us to relax for the rest of the day.

Half of us then go and laze around in the lounge, only Charlie and Ren stay in the gym to keep exercising, meanwhile a few of us choose to go upstairs and relax in peace in our room.

I am one of those people, however, as I am heading to the stairs, I cast my eyes out to the lounge and focus on one of the boys my age who is sitting somewhat isolated from the rest.

Harry.

He is wearing unassuming black clothes, a hoodie and shorts, and is sitting on the edge of one of the sofas watching the others playing videogames with dull eyes.

Looking at him, a plan starts germinating in my mind.

Well, I wouldn't say a plan, more like I get an idea for something that will be helpful to me when I finally get a plan.

After all, right now I am just gathering a deck so that when I finally do have a plan, I have plenty of cards to play to ensure it's success.

With a head full of thoughts, I walk back to my room.

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