Oliver glanced around. There were a few other instructors wandering through the sparring students, offering advice here and there. But they served Heathclaw – he was the one in charge here, even with the other members of staff standing around, ensuring that no one got injured.
"…You're not going to try and convince me that he's a student, are you?" Oliver asked, pointing at Bournemouth. The man was as big as Judas, but much wider, as much of a barrel as Heathclaw himself was. With that beard on his chin, and his weathered skin, he was quite clearly a man late into his adulthood.
"Why would I need to convince you of that, boy?" Heathclaw asked, supremely confident.
Bit of an announcement:
I'm an experiment for the next 30 days in the writing of a new book. This one is on Vol, Brother of Jok, set 5 years into the future. It's going to be setting up a System user to be Oliver's enemy.
It's hopefully going to be a way for people who are more familiar with system novels to get into the Time of Tiger's universe.
I'm still going be uploading as regularly on a TIme of Tiger's - that's going to remain my main novel, I'm just going to run this experiment on the side as a way of understanding my audience better.