Chapter 100: Training the Elves Part 1

Chapter 100: Training the Elves Part 1



The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy of the Great Forest of Arendel, casting dappled shadows on the ground as Vincent and Alpha 4 made their way to the training grounds. The air was crisp and filled with the sounds of nature, but Vincent's mind was focused entirely on the task at hand. Today, they would begin the training that could change the way the elves fought their battles.

As they approached the clearing, Vincent saw the elves already gathered in formation, standing tall and ready. These were seasoned warriors, used to wielding bows, swords, and magic, but today they would be introduced to something entirely new.

Alpha 4 walked beside Vincent, carrying a sense of quiet confidence. They had spent hours the previous night preparing for this moment, going over every detail of the training plan. Now, it was time to put that plan into action.

Vincent stepped forward, addressing the group of elves.

"Good morning," Vincent began, his eyes scanning the faces of the elven soldiers. "Today, we start a new chapter in your combat training. You are all skilled warriors, but the world is changing, and so must the way we fight. The weapons you will be learning to use today are different from anything you've encountered before. They are tools of modern warfare- powerful, precise, and deadly."

The elves listened intently, their eyes fixed on Vincent. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a readiness to embrace the unknown.

Vincent continued, "Your bows and swords have served you well, but they require close range and significant physical effort. The weapons we will train you to use today can strike your enemy from a distance, with accuracy and power that will make your traditional weapons seem obsolete. However, it's important to remember that these are not just tools-they require skill, discipline, and respect. Used correctly, they will give you a significant advantage in battle."

He demonstrated by holding the rifle in a ready position, his finger resting alongside the trigger guard, not on the trigger itself. The elves mimicked his movements, some more confidently than others.

"Now, let's talk about the stance," Vincent continued. "When firing the M4, you need a stable platform. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, your body slightly angled to the target. The stock should be firmly against your shoulder, and your cheek should rest on the stock for proper sight alignment."

Vincent demonstrated the stance, and Alpha 4 moved among the elves, adjusting their positions as needed. The elves followed the instructions, adopting the proper stance with determination.

"Good," Vincent said, nodding in approval. "Now, we'll go over how to load and fire the rifle. Take the magazine and insert it into the mag well, like this." He demonstrated the action, clicking the magazine into place. "Pull the charging handle back and release it to chamber a round. Make sure your safety is on before doing this."

The elves followed his lead, carefully loading their rifles under Vincent's watchful eye. "To fire, switch the safety to semi-automatic mode. Line up your sights with the target, take a breath, and squeeze the trigger gently," Vincent instructed. "Remember, you're aiming for precision, not speed."

He demonstrated by firing a single round into a target set up at a distance. The crack of the rifle echoed through the clearing, and the bullet struck the center of the target with precision. The elves watched intently, absorbing every detail.

"Now it's your turn," Vincent said, stepping back to observe. "On my mark..."

As Vincent was about to give the order for the elves to fire, a sudden, sharp crack split the air. A bullet whizzed past Vincent's ear, so close that he felt the wind of its passage. He instinctively ducked, his heart racing as he realized what had just happened. The elves froze, their eyes wide with shock as they looked toward the source of the shot.