He swayed a little then giggled stupidly at himself.
“Yeah, yes! Privates! Graduation is here! Rejoice!”.
Many of the men murmured in discontent at their instructors behaviour
“Don't give me that! I've had to endure your crap for six months you deal with mine for one day, now! Onward, there is supposed to be a celebration of sorts but the person charge of that is out I the woods, we have been drinking!”.
An adolescent mischievous glint shimmered in Kais iris.
“If you want your achievement go get him! Drex, Pergull I'm giving you that task, go!, the rest of you will listen to me!”.
A chorus of groaning came from the crowd as the two men parted, Pergull slapped Drex on the back with wide cheery grin.
“I pity them, I do but, well, ha!”.
Drex shook his head at his accomplice.
“Drell hates us, you realise that yeah?”.
Perg shook his head in turn.
“Least we don't need to listen to him”.
On the fringe of the woodland a shudder ran the course of Drexhels spine, something was wrong with this and it seemed to elude Pergull leaving Drex with only thoughts of belief that Pergull was in fact an idiot. The sound of rustling trees...
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...nto a full charge.
“You son of a”.
The last word was obscured by the loud thud of Pergulls fist hitting Drell across the jaw, the sight amused Drex and drained away the anger as Privates tried to pull Pergull of the Drunken Drill Instructor.
***********************************Two Months Later*************************************
Drex sat in his Tadeth home polishing his armor when a heavy chapping on his front door shook him, he rushed to answer it as this was the first visitor he'd had since the day he moved in. The heavy metal door slid open to reveal Pergulls stupid grin.
“How was suspension?”.
Drexs grin matched Pergulls.
“Not nearly as bad as knowing you”.
Drexs grin vanished with what he though was an unnecessary comment.
“Cruel Perg, just cruel”.
A blissful look spread across Pergulls face.
“Forgot you have of sense of humour”.
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