Wizard Kick

Two transparent, golden domes blocked the doorway to the Mess Hall, the last stand. Standing inside each were pale faced instructors. Sweat dripped from their torn robes. One held a hand up to stop the three disciples from crossing the classroom.

"Instructor Finny," Lance said. He had let the other students go on ahead. "These three are with me."

The instructor named Finny pulled back his hood to reveal a black and blue face. "Lance, you know why they can't pass. Even if it wasn't against the rules, these outsiders could be demons masquerading as humans. What makes matters worse is that we can't spare the mana to confirm their identities."

Lance responded by pointing to Frey's blue hair.

"But the rules," Finny hesitated. "We all know your obsession with following protocol. Turn around. They aren't getting through."