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“Stop staring at me…” Phaedrus-Dieter said, turning to the side. Mika kept the same expression which she always carried—one of nothing. “If I must.” Phaedrus-Dieter sighed, and picked up the paper on his desk. “Why do I have to do theory today? Isn’t practical more important?” Baring her teeth, Mika made the ghost of a grin. “Theory is also important, and so today, you will do theory.” The younger (and living) Anrox pulled a face and flipped through the paper. QUESTION 3: Explain the best way to disarm someone in hand to hand combat [2] QUESTION 3a: What weapon is best to use for di

Blood had soaked into the floor, giving the wooden floorboards a brown-red stain. Ternis-var was slumped against a wall with blood on his claws and fangs, and a great slash through his stomach. Crying and shaking, Mogek-ris looked at the wound. "Knife wounds." she said, feeling sick. "And he fought with tooth and claw as far as I'm aware..." She choked back a sob. "Who would want to kill Ternis-var?" She muttered, standing up, and shuffling back towards the door. She got into the corridor, closed the door and wiped her tears, which still stung her eyes and, wouldn't stop crying. She turned, and a sword point poked into the small of her back.

The city was dark at night, but by no means quiet. Arguments echoed through empty streets, cars roared along and music thudded through walls. Flickering streetlights and lights from windows were the only source of light--the moon and stars were blocked by clouds that night, and looming buildings created dark, enveloping shadows. There was loud fighting in a nearby inn, and someone was shoved out of the door, slamming into a passerby, who stumbled into the bar, cursing and yelling. If Mogek-ris had a remote with a mute button on, she would have pushed it. Her arms where laden with supplies to take back to the apothecary--Dragonroot, Fauxwor

It’d been a long time since Krys had been outside—he looked at the sky, and would’ve panicked if he hadn’t realised that he used to live outside, and the sky couldn’t be that bad, could it? He definitely flinched when a massive lorry shot by, then realised that he was standing in the middle of a road. He could only just remember what a road was—after all, it’d been ten years since he’d been out there. “I don’t like it here.” He said to himself, trying to boost his morale at being in this strange world. “It is stupid—what’s the point of having a sky if it is all gloomy an