"So why am I here again?" Daz questioned nervously now that he was in Keith Shadis present again. A man who never failed to strike fear in him. Then again most things did.
"You are going to help train the new cadets" Boris relayed pointing to the cadets in the training field. Daz glanced at them, watching a few move some what good and others barely getting off the ground.
"I barely passed my own training why would you want me to help?"
"You don't have to go over the wall on the next mission" Boris added watching the man's face light up. A cowardly man, who had no problem admitting it. Frankly they needed help training the cadets they had 5 days left and some still barely got off the floor, and there was too many just for the two of them to train, so came about Keith's idea to bring in another old cadet from the 104 squad to help them out, getting him pardoned from the mission was easily enough, and Keith knew that was a sure way to bribe him.
"What do you want me to do?"
'so predictable' Keith mused turning to face his cadets.
"In 5 days they have to go over the wall"
"W-what? 5 days? They are being sent on the scout mission?"
"Unfortunately" Boris frowned, having also grown fond of them, which was a little unusual for him, he wasn't fond of many people.
"That's impossible"
"I didn't ask your opinion soldier" Keith snapped giving Daz his usual stare which made him cower back.
"My self and Instructor Shadis will be assisting the ones who need most help, your job" Boris paused turning to the few cadets that were moving some what awkwardly among the trees. "Is to focus on them"
Daz stared at the small group of moving Cadets and slowly nodded though no one was looking at him. "U-understood, I'll try my best"
"You best isn't good enough, 5 days Soldier you better get them moving smoothly" Keith added without even looking at Daz, Boris watched the paling man from the corner of his eye swallow and nod in understanding, though Keith had already started towards the field.
"But this is going to be impossible right?" Daz whispered to Boris just before he stepped in to the field as well.
"Like Shadis said, your opinion wasn't asked, only your assistance was. Proceed to the training" Boris responding giving Daz a stare. Daz nodded awkwardly and Boris went to move again but once again was stopped by Daz's question.
"You're in the military police brigade why are you helping to train cadets?"
"Shadis asked me too, Not that it is your business, we have 5 days left Daz, do you think you could actually get on with the training now, or would you like to stand around and swap gossip for the last 5 days?"
"S-sorry" Daz uttered swallowing again as he quickly made his way passed Boris and on to the field.

Willow swung slightly as she moved with her anchors for maybe two seconds, before one anchor failed and the other got stuck on a branch. She barely got time to know what to do before her anchor came loose and she fell. A mixture of a squeal and scream left her lips before she landed in Boris's arms for the eighth time in that hour.
"Thanks" Willow breathed as he stood her up right and recoiled her anchors for her, before diving off to catch another boy who had suffered the same fate as she.
"You need to aim where your anchors are going Willow" Keith announced as he landed beside her dropping Pete on to the ground. "And you Pete, you're just firing randomly hoping to hit whatever you stare at, Aim before you fire" Keith ordered taking off in to the air to help Phoebe who was tangled in some tree branches. Willow and Pete watched him move around, both he and Boris moved so smoothly they made it look easily, and the new man who had joined them did as well. It was a somewhat magical watching how they seemed to fly through the air with such grace and ease.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get the hang of this" Pete sighed standing next to Willow holding his swords awkwardly, as they turned their eyes to the few cadets who were actually moving quite well.
"Me either" Willow sighed as well, her arms ached, as did her legs and most parts of her body, using this equipment was hard, how Gunner and the others were getting the hang of it she didn't know, but she was most certainly jealous. It just seemed no matter how hard she tried, the equipment just didn't agree with her, she really just wanted to take the equipment off and quit all together.
"Keep practising cadets" Boris hummed flying passed them as if reading Willow's mind.

With another sigh she took a step away from Pete trying to Aim her anchors as Keith had told her to, the force of the launch jolting her body, as she was thrown forward a few steps, before skidding across the ground.
"Ow" She whined rubbing at her skinned arms which she had managed to use to protect her face. "That one hurt"
"Looked like it" Pete nodded rushing over to help her up.
"Did I say you could take a break?" Keith roared flying through the air with ease and scaring the crap out of all the cadets on the floor. Accepting Pete's help she Pushed herself to stand up, much to her muscles protests, and recoiled her anchors with only slight difficulty and did as she was ordered to do, she tried again. Again and again. And again.

Each time she failed or fell, she injured some part of her body, or fell from a height that Boris or Keith had to catch her. It was tiring, aching and damn right depressing. Even Matt was slowly picking it up, admittedly it made her feel better seeing a few others struggling as well, as mean as that sounded. But she still just really wanted to learn it already.
"Up off the floor Willow" Keith called from somewhere above her, she wasn't sure wear nor was she going to try look for him. She forced her body off of the ground again wiping the small trickle of blood from her hands on to her trousers and she tried again.
"Keep it up cadets" Keith encouraged catching another cadet before they fell. "Move your runt asses, lets go lets go"

Keith wasn't going to let them rest, not any time soon, he wanted to see some changes, see something that proved to him they wouldn't die. He just didn't want to be the course of more deaths.

"Your sorry asses will work all night if you have to, Move it" He flew in to the sky, high above all of his cadets watching them move, or at least attempt to move. Daz wasn't doing to bad of a job with the cadets who were able to move. Two of them had somewhat improved. But it wasn't good enough. They only had five days. With a turn in the air, Keith change the direction he was moving in, his anchors latching on to a tree he raced downwards scaring a few of the cadets as he zigzagged passed them, though he could easily dodge them.
"Keep your asses moving, i didn't say you could take a break" He roared scaring them even more, he was being hard on them and he knew it, he could tell how hard they were trying but it just wasn't good enough, they needed to improve…. and fast.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead Willow pushed herself out of the bushes she had landed in, her anchors laying somewhere behind her. She wasn't sure how many times she had fallen, but she was starting to get bruised beyond belief, every inch of her body hurt, especially her hips from the jolting movement of the anchors when they fired.
"Did I say you could stop?" Keith stated dropping in front of Willow, who looked up at him meekly. Using all of the strength she had left not to collapse.
"Out of gas" She breathed recoiling her anchors and causing herself to stumble from the motion of them recoiling.
"Right" Keith nodded having been so focused on making them improve he hadn't been keeping an eye on any of their gas levels.
'Might explain why a few haven't got off the ground in a while'
"Good eye" Keith nodded turning his back to her as he addressed his cadets. "Alright that's enough for today, shower up, eat and go get some rest" He ordered, hearing the loud sighs of relief from everyone. Which turned in to loud groans at his next sentence.
"We will pick up training bright and early tomorrow"
Everyone slowly piled out of the field apart from Willow, hearing that training was over she sunk to her knees and now that she had, she couldn't find the strength to get back up.
"Let's get the horses back then you're excused" Keith nodded to Daz and Boris as they landed in front of him. Before his eyes caught sight of Willow. "I said trainings over cadet, go shower and eat"
"I'd love too…but my legs don't want to" Willow replied, some what embarrassed by how weak she was.
"Boris take Willow back to the Barracks myself and Daz will handle the horses" Keith reordered, turning on his heel once Boris nodded in understand.

Willow watched him move towards her before he swiftly turned and squatted holding his hands out behind him, his head tilted to the side so he could see her.
"I er… are you sure?"
"If you wish to sleep in the training grounds cadet feel free to say"
"No not really" Willow nodded reaching her shaky arms for his shoulders, once she had a grip of him, he did the rest, standing to his feet, pulling her up with him and his hands lacing behind him under her legs.
"Thank you and erm sorry"
"No issue" Boris shrugged, starting the long walk back.
"You must be tired yourself but get lumped carrying me" Willow sighed apologetically as she awkwardly held on to her instructors back.
"I did say it wasn't a issue"
"I know…just sorry"
"Repeat that again and I will drop you cadet" Boris hummed glancing back at her in warning. Willow had no doubt he was telling the truth.
"So erm…I heard Daz say you are from the military police brigade from wall Shina right?"
"I am"
"So why are you in wall rose?"
"As I said to Daz, Shadis requested my help, and you are from Rose slums right?" Boris mimicked, though he didn't sound all to interested.
"Er, I guess but not really"
"Refugee?"
"Yeah from Toshiro town" Willow mused. Boris blinked in slight interest glancing back at her briefly. There wasn't many survivors from Toshiro.
"Toshiro was by the wall correct?"
"I believe so yes, that's what Forin said anyway"
"Hmm, you and your family are lucky to be alive then"
"They aren't alive" Willow responded casually missing the raise eyebrow look he gave her.
"So who is Forin?"
"Fiona's pa, he found me"
"I see" Boris nodded not feeling the need to ask any more questions the Barracks were slowly coming in to view.
"Why is the scouts something everyone must try out for?"
"Hmm it's for the-"
"Greater good of mankind" Willow finished almost rolling her eyes. "Yeah I've heard that a lot"
"The government wish to take back the land which was taken from us, as well as to rid the world of titans, I suppose a few sacrifices to their goal doesn't really matter to them" Boris answered truthfully, it was something he felt though rarely voiced.
"It isn't really fair though is it? People don't get their choice"
"The world isn't fair" Boris responded unlacing his hands from underneath her as he reached the barracks, he turned slowly making sure her legs were stable enough before he moved away from her with a wave over his shoulder. Willow watched him walk away waving herself though he couldn't see it.
"There you are! I thought we left you at the training grounds!" Fiona called exiting the food hall.
"You did, my legs quit on me, so instructor Boris had to give me a piggyback ride here"
"Oh…exciting" Fiona giggled wrapping a arm around Willow to help her in to the hall. They stumbled in together Fiona's own muscles not wanting to cooperate, something which made Willow feel slightly better.
"Think though at least you didn't have to walk back and Instructor Boris isn't half bad looking"
"I guess" Willow laughed sliding in to her seat beside her friends one of them handing her a plate of slop and bread but at that moment it looked so appetising.
"Oh please do not tell me you two have a crush on our instructor" Zima mocked faking a gag as she did so.
"Certainly not, we just have to appreciate the only arts that we have access to" Fiona responded causing a few giggles to erupt.
"There's quite a few fine arts around" Melia added pointing to a boy across the room, with bright blonde hair blue eyes and big muscles.
"And that one"
"He's not so bad over there"
"Would be better without the fluff growing over his lip"
"Definitely"
"From the stares he gets, I think Gunner falls into the fine arts to" Kassandra added pointing to their friend who raised an eyebrow in little interest, his eyes staring still on his food.
"Gee thanks" Matt grumbled from beside him.
"Aw Matty, you aren't a fine art but you are a cute art, especially when you are with…princess" Zima snickered causing the table to erupt in to laughed.
"You guys are never going to let that go are you?"
"Nope!"
"I hate you all"
"We love you too" The girls giggled