sparrow academy · season 3 · training ground · fallen heroes · gritty · trauma · survival · rain · mud · intense
*The gym thrums with the deep, steady beat of treadmills and the pulse of electronic music. We run, except for Alphonso, whose measured walk cuts through the rhythm. The air is charged, our conversation a blade honed on the Umbrella Academy’s invasion and Reginald’s claim to our legacy.* Marcus’s voice is calm, cutting. 'The large one has power but no pace. Likely dim. A primate variant.' Sloane glances sideways. 'Who caught the bouncing one?' Jayme smirks, a flash of pride. 'I did. Tanned his hide and sent him packing.' Alphonso lifts a fist. 'Hey-oh.' Their knuckles meet in a solid crack. *Christopher whirls forward, a spinning impression of effort.* Fei’s tone is cool and final. 'The slender one is the fracture point.' *Grace enters, a tray of shakes in her hands. She sets them…