<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Charlie and Bear<br/>Training Time</strong></span><br/><br/>Twenty-Two years since he was asked for protection. Twenty-Two years of his life that he has given to someone without hesitation, one of his kind. He didn’t regret a moment of it, and always looked forward to the day she turned eighteen, knowing he would be able to help introduce her to her life. He did everything he could to make sure she was kept safe and comfortable while trying not to be known by anyone in the process.<br/><br/>She had a normal life up until she was 18 and even after her first shift, which he made sure to be there for, she still continued to have a normal life. It wasn’t until that fateful day two months ago when things got turned upside down and she was forced, by The Inquisition, to start living a life closer to that of his own. Bear wanted his people and those Non-Humans like them to be safe and be able to live normal lives, the sad truth though, he knew they couldn’t. Too many people in this world hated them, too many didn’t understand who they were, too many didn’t understand they were people as much as the next person. His head raced with thoughts of Charlie and what he tried to do for her as his body ached and strained at the consistent weight training.<br/><br/>Metal clanking, music blaring in the background and a small gym was active with one man in it. Bear had a near daily ritual of working out until he couldn’t move his muscles before his body decided to heal itself. He would spend at least an hour a day trying to keep himself in shape and strong, trying to make sure to keep his family safe. He was a large man, standing at Six Feet Ten Inches and weighing near Three-Hundred Pounds. His chest was full, his arms were the size of a mans thigh and his legs were tree trunks.<br/><br/>He was intimidating in human form, but this was a given considering his animalistic form was that of a Grizzly Bear, next to the Polar Bear, the largest of any species. He had lived in this world for over Six Hundred years and his body showed scars to prove it. In the gym, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and training shoes, his chest glistened with sweat as he easily pressed Four-Hundred Pounds into the air from his spot on the bench beneath his body. He continued to press the heavy bar up even as he heard his name being called in the hallway.<br/><br/>With a growl at the lack of respect for his area from this person, he set the bar on the rack and grabbed a towel, from one of the training bicycles. He could hear his name being called from the halls of the Fourth Floor of the large mansion, then came the signature, telling him exactly who it was. His face changed from distaste and anger to slight sorrow as well as disappointment in himself. He quickly opened the door to the small gym area and stepped out into the hall, coming nearly face-to-face with Charlie. He was startled at how forward she was being in the area that was silently known as off limits but unable to be mad at her because of how much he tried to ignore her after she moved in. He thought this was what she needed and wanted to help her through her situation to the best of his ability, but after today, he realized what he was doing was wrong.<br/><br/>“Alright Charlie.. Calm down.” He looked the young woman in the eye and smiled gently, unsure what to do or say aside from giving her what she wanted. “Go get your Sabre and meet me in the training area. We’ll use my personal weapons room.” His smile slowly changed from gentle to polite as he pointed at the third door on the right, having come from the fourth door on the left himself. “That room. I’ll be there when you come back.”<br/><br/>After pointing her to her destination, Bear slowly walked across the hallway, opening the door before pushing in, letting it close behind him or not. Once inside, his tree trunk limbs carried him across the large room, the walls were lined with various weapons from Spears and Bows to Swords and Axes. He was the leader of the pack and one of the best with a sword. Anyone that wanted to use a sword or wanted to learn would end up practicing with him at least once before being given a sword. Some of the members of the House had the honor of having a sword expertly crafted by Bear himself, others had swords bought for them.<br/><br/>In the center of the room was a large, round wrestling mat with a circle painted on it. Once at the other side, Bear searched through the racks slowly before grabbing on of his long swords used specifically for practicing. He swung it around a few times, making sure the balance was proper before pulling the scabbard from the rack as well. If he was going to teach her to use a sword, she would learn to use every part of it. He attached the scabbard to his hip via a belt before sheathing the sword and moving to the mat in the center of the room. He was still shirtless as he wiped at the sweat on his chest and arms before tossing the towel onto one of the racks and waiting in the room for his apprentice to return.