A/N) Hey, ArkAngel here with chapter 3 of Team ASceND. High school and track make my updating schedule ridiculous, but I work on this story when I can. And the winner of the scientist names is Myself... I use a lot of the Greek language in here so if you don't agree with my word choice tell me. I'll put this chapter up then I have to go on hiatus for a few weeks until ECA's are done. Anyway, on with the story...

As Sima lay on the floor, Aionion took the chance to finally get a good look at the instructors face. He looked like he just came out of the desert. He was dark skinned and tall, but not even reaching Aionion's ridiculous height. He stood at about six feet and a few inches but with all his muscles from probably wielding a sword all his life, he looked a little taller than that. The dark skinned man picked Sima up and moved her to a bench against the wall.

Aionion looked around at the large training facility. It seemed to be well-used and maintained despite there only being the three of them there. Aionion stopped looking around when the man walked over to the wall and threw a small sword at Aionion. Aionion ducked under it and stood back up with a swear ready for the man. "What the fuck! You could have killed me!"

The man chuckled then grabbed a large broadsword that was laying on the ground nearby. Aionion picked up the small sword and gave it a few practice swings. The man hefted the broadsword onto his shoulder as he said, "Well, come at me. I don't have all day."

Aionion rushed in like a madman, sword held upright, ready for a disabling downward strike. Then the man swung his sword like a baseball bat and nearly cleaved Aionion in half. Aionion slid under the swing and attempted to get inside the mans guard, where he could not use his sword effectively. It didn't work so well.

Aionion didn't expect the man to suddenly drop to one knee and throw him over his back. Aionion hit the wall, slid down it, but still got back up like the stubborn person he was. The man grinned, it seemed he had another reckless fighter to teach. Aionion ran back at the man but surprised him when he stopped, spun around, and nearly took the mans head off. Granted, Aionion fell, but it clearly surprised the man. It seems I'll have to watch him more closely. He would have took my head with that swing. Instead of dodging like he normally would, Eric, the dark skinned man, sent his own blade in a graceful arc to intercept it. It rebounded with a clang, but Aionion spun with it, coming back around for another cleave. Eric sidestepped the swing and brought his own towards Aionion. It nicked Aionion but he rolled with it, standing back up for another bout. Eric stopped him by saying,

"Alright, we are done with this spar. It seems you are slightly skilled with the blade. My name is Eric and I will be your teacher in weapons and armor. Your friend chose the two swords from the armory. Come choose your own and we will spar with the new weapons. Come, it is just around the corner."

It wasn't around the corner. It was around the corner, down a hallway, down another hallway, and then around another corner. And instead of the small little forge Aionion expected, it was a large area full of people forging, reforging, and reshaping metal.

As Aionion walked into the room, crashing, cursing, and hammering struck him. He walked further into the room to see a wall of weapons. There was everything from scythe to axes that had blunderbusses in them. All were of different size, weight, and metal. Aionion grabbed a few weapons off the wall and gave them a few test swings. None of them fitted him and he was beginning to get frustrated. Then what looked like a scrap piece wedged under a large chunk of sheet metal caught his eye.

Aionion walked over to the scrap heap and got a firm grip on it. Aionion grabbed the long shaft and pulled it out of the heap. When he had reached six and a half feet, a curved blade slid into view. He followed the blade until he reached the unfinished end of the scythe. It was an amazing show of talent but why was it left unfinished? He thought the scythe looked fine. Maybe a little too much decoration, but the blade was sharp and functional...

Aionion brought the scythe back over to Eric. Eric looked at the blade, rolled his eyes, then looked back as Aionion began to swing the scythe. It all flowed elegantly together until Aionion tried to swing it around and it hit him in the head. Hard.

"Gahhh!" Eric shook his head at Aionion's antics. He was surprised at the kids sufficiency with the scythe, until he brained himself on it... Eric sighed and picked Aionion back up and dragged him to the infirmary, for the third time that week that is. Eric shook his head and chuckled as many people passing by stopped to watch him carry his limp body down the hall.

Once they were at the infirmary, Eric unceremoniously dumped Aionion onto the closest bed he could. Aionion groaned but he didn't wake up. Eric left the room and walked back to the forge room to finish the scythe. He needed to brush up on his metalworking anyway...

Later that day, in the infirmary...

Aionion groaned as fully awoke and put a hand on the bed to steady himself as he prepared to sit up. It seemed that he was back in the hospital again... He really needed to stop ending up here.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as Malcom walked into the door. Malcom pulled up a chair to Aionion's bed and waited for Aionion to fully wake up. When it seemed like Aionion was completely awake he began, "Why does it seem like every time we meet, you are injured Aionion? Just yesterday you fell unconscious and this time you knocked yourself out by messing with a weapon you have no experience with."

Aionion glared hard at him but it didn't faze Malcom at all. Malcom chuckled as he continued, "This is why we are going to get you some armor of your choice. We have several experts in armor-making on hand for any ideas you come up with. Follow me and we'll get started."

Aionion followed Malcom as Malcom walked from the room going to a new wing that Aionion hadn't been to yet. There was a steel door that sealed the room, but there was a hissing noise that assured him that fresh air was being pushed into the room. The air smelt like soot and hissing and hammering was heard from inside, much like the forge area. The door slid open with a quiet hiss, and Malcom walked into the room. Aionion followed Malcom in, and saw...

I would end it here...BUT...kinda gotta finish it...

Well, there wasn't much to see. There were just two guys sitting on swiveling chairs absently twirling their pencils and staring blankly at a computer screen. The screen showed a large mechanical arm going back and forth over a large piece of metal. There was a large glass wall that had the same arm going through the same motions on the same sheet of metal.

Malcom turned back to Aionion, "On the wall behind me is a terminal you can use to design your armor. You can come here as much as you like to refine and redesign your personal armor. Well, I'll leave you to it." With his part spoken, Malcom left the small room.

Aionion walked up to the terminal and began to design his armor...