Alistair looked over at the only other recruit who wasn't in the practice ring. Cullen wasn't in the ring because he had twisted an ankle, not because he was an utter failure like Alistair. Alistair let his gaze move down from Cullen's intense stare to the lose fitting garments all recruits wore under their practice armor. Unlike Alistair, who was all arms and legs, Cullen was brawn and muscles. Alistair felt something like insects flying around his stomach and looked away before the other recruit noticed he was staring.