Training Part I

*BAM*

Bits of stone were sent flying into the air as a figure was launched onto the formerly grass-filled platform. His hair was a mess, and his eyes hazy. He had clearly not regained his composure yet. When his eyes finally stopped spinning, he looked to the cause of his misery. Golden hair and blue eyes. The instigator was his captain Mane, but he wasn't the only victim. Across the mock battlefield were four other figures, each thrown aside haphazardly. One of them was half buried in the ground, his mouth wide open with saliva just pouring out. He was clearly unconscious. Another, who looked just like the one before was embedded in a tree that faced the east, his eyes cloudy and disoriented. One didn't need a physician to tell him that he was out cold as well. The last male had most of his attire torn apart, his undergarments being displayed to the world. His looks were difficult to make out since he was buried into the ground face first. The only female in th