**This Chapter is longer because I couldn't separate it into two chapters; thus, it's the final one of the Volume. ENJOY!**
Back and forth, Cynrik and Brance move swiftly around the training room, with the only sounds bouncing off the metal walls being the sound of flesh meeting flesh and Cynrik's taunts.
"You never listen, Brance; I won't even bother talking about how useless all that muscle is since you can't hit me, but you'd think that after all this time, you'd at least be able to land a single blow on me." Cynrik snorted as he spun away from a leaping overhand right hook.
"SHUT UP!" Brance roared as every muscle in his body bulged slightly with strain as he tried to keep up with Cynrik.
"No, little brother, I won't shut up," with little effort, Cynrik moved so fast he left a trail of afterimages and appeared behind Brance before kicking him behind the knees and dropping his younger brother to the ground.