I eventually got there and smiled, "My kind of place," I say darkly.

The man walked up behind Ace. "Drop down and give me 75 push-ups Private Underling! Move!" He shouted.

I happily did them in a matter of 4 minutes.

"Your serial number is 4790, don't forget it!" The man shouted. "I am Master Sergeant Edward Markus Alverara! I will guide you through this training! Do I make myself clear!"

"Yes sir, but I prefer the number 666." I say, with an evil tone in my voice.

"On this base you will addressed as Private Underling, not 666, not Ace, Private Underling!" Edward yelled.

"How about f*** you," I say.

Edward got right up in Aces face. "Listen here Underling! I'm your training leader, which means you do as I order! Am I clear?!"

"How about I don't need training, I'm perfect," I say.

Edward grabbed Ace by the shoulder and pushed him towards the ground.

I grinned before pushing my right leg back to keep my balance. "This will be fun..." I say, baring my unnaturally sharp teeth.

Edward jumped up and wrapped his legs around Ace's arm, performing a cross armbreaker.

Being the thin slim creature I was, I just slid before he could get a grip on me.
(Lol Ace, wtf...
Ace: Because I'm an angel.)

Edward grabbed Aces legs and pulled the out from under him.

I fell to the ground, quickly jumping right back up.