A SPAR GONE AWRY.

It turns out, combat involved everyone, and I mean everyone in Thorne Academy no matter your species. Skill level and experience were the only thing defining the distinction.

From freshmen down to the incoming graduating class, the graduates and the knights…everyone was in the combat hall. The place was massive, and I was beginning to see why.

“Stop gawking and get to your group,” I turn to whoever spoke and I’m glad I manage to hold in my gasp. Lord was she gorgeous, the kind of beautiful that had a sharp edge. Nice to look out but not so nice close to it.

My eyes turn wary when I make it to her face and find a sneer fixed on her face, directed at me. What did I do now?

“Well get on with it,” She commands.

Shaking my head I move away from her. Whatever that was I didn’t have the time or energy to care.

Aarya bounds up to me dragging me towards a group of familiar faces, “I see you met Eve.”

“Eve?” I ask as I move to stand in line arms drawn back like everyone else.