We just want to fight!

The students that already had preferred weapons in mind went over to the walls and chose them.

Kiyan moved over to the section that had different types of swords in display. Atop his shoulder was an irritated mouse, Enoe, that kept whining in his ear demanding that he be changed back.

"Do you really want that? Lecter has your clothes. If I turn you back, you'd be naked." Kiyan said with his focus on the swords.

"Oh my goodness. I didn't think of that!" Mouse Enoe said in his high pitched voice. "My awesome body will not be revealed to the eyes of these maggots!"

"Mhm.." Kiyan moved a bit with his arm stretched out, then he placed it back down. Jian, Claymore, Saber, Rapier, Spatha, and many others were all out on display.

The image of one person kept playing in his mind as he reached for his weapon of choice.

"Why do I feel as though you're calling out to me?" Kiyan held the purple hilt of a katana and took it out. He held it in his arms taking a feel of it and a smile spread across his lips.

He swung the sword once, swiftly and a slicing sound was heard as if he had cut the air. His smile grew even more. He then began moving the sword, testing it. Spinning, slicing, cutting. Every movement was swift, and fine tuned, almost perfect. To anyone close, it was deadly.

"My goodness, spawn. What kind of skill is this?" Mouse Enoe watched in awe as he held onto Kiyan's shoulder tightly so he wouldn't fall.

*Clang..

Kiyan's sword collided with someone else's.

"Watch where you're swinging that." A slightly taller female with her black hair tied back in a half bun, two stray strands fallen at either side of her face, and the ends fell in a wave at her back. She looked at Kiyan with nothing short of amusement, and intrigue.

Kiyan smiled before slowly withdrawing his blade.

"I got a bit carried away." He apologized.

"By all means put that blade back up. I am requesting a duel. Fight me." She gave a slight bow.

Kiyan tilted his head as if studying her. Then with earnest speed, he swung his sword at her head.

She lifted her Wakizashi type sword. Holding its hilt and placing the blade above her shoulder horizontally as she blocked his sword from causing her end. If she had reacted any slower, the blade of Kiyan's sword was sure to cut her effortlessly if he meant it to.

"Is that how you accept a duel?" She asked with a smile.

"Isn't that how it's done?" He smiled back.

"This is my cue to go somewhere safe." Mouse Enoe jumped off Kiyan's shoulder and ran off to meet Raten, while Kiyan carried on with his newly found opponent.

"Get off me." Raten said as Enoe ran up him.

"No way, it's a nice view from up here." Enoe replied sitting atop Raten's head.

Raten ignored him from then on and looked at the weapons in front of him. They were all dual blades. He looked around for a while before choosing a dual sickle type blade.

A close distance was Rodney who already had his sights set on a weapon.

"Comically large and looks like it's begging for attention...? Okay, attention's not my thing. Let's say looks like it's thirsting for blood. Yes! Perfect!" Rodney grinned like a madman as he reached for an usually large blade that was as tall and half as wide as he was.

He picked it up and moved back. He swung it once with both arms... effortlessly. Those who noticed him wondered how he did such a thing. He spun and swung it this time. Not caring for who was close.

Raten ducked and avoided it. The sword went over Enoe's head by the skin of his teeth before carrying on.

"Holy cheese! I nearly died!" He screamed.

The sword carried on till it was stopped by someone who held up his jian style blade.

"Are you trying to kill someone?" Wallace asked meeting Rodney's gaze.

"You stopped it?" Rodney asked, ignoring the question.

"If this is the extent of your strength, then it's rather disappointing." Wallace said, still standing firm with his blade horizontally by the side of his head as he side-eyed Rodney.

Rodney's expression changed from shocked to amused.

"Let's go at it then, see if you'll still find it disappointing." Rodney said.

With their weapons ready, they prepared to have a full-on fight.

Cross whistled looking at the weapons in front of him. He rubbed his chin staring at them. He then picked a short blade. Two. Three. He chose different small blades.

"Are you hoarding them?" Jarett asked from behind him.

"Of course not." Cross replied. "Wide range of weapons means a higher chance of winning a fight." He carried on choosing a few more.

"That's not how it works." Jarett said watching him.

"That's how it works for me." Cross replied and turned back to see the weapon in Jarett's hand. A spiked maul hammer.

"Suits you," he said.

"Holding a weapon is like putting a leash on my potential." Jarett threw the hammer up and caught it with one hand. "At least that's what he said." He mumbled.

"Well, whatever. I am ready for whoever." Cross said putting the last blade in a hidden place in his clothes.

After avoiding Rodney's blade, another weapon was launched at Raten. He shifted his face to the side as a one handle war scythe stuck to the wall in front of him.

"What was that for?" He asked following the scythe as it returned to the hand of its owner. Simon.

"A surprise attack!" Simon replied. He placed the handle of his weapon on the floor while he dusted the blade. "Your weapon looks like a sickle, mine's curved like a sickle too. It's only fair these blades touch each other first. That's if you're willing." He smiled at Raten who just looked annoyed.

"Well, willing or not, I'm coming at ya!" Simon said and moved forward with his weapon lifted above his head ready to cut down at Raten who stood watching.

Simon's weapon sliced down but hit nothing.

"For your information, I hate surprise attacks." Raten said from behind Simon as his blade moved swiftly to Simon's neck.

"Huh? When did he..?" Simon wondered as Raten appeared right behind me. The blade was barely an inch from his skin, when Simon passed his scythe to his right arm and slashed horizontally at Raten who avoided it.

Again, moving faster than Simon could detect, he was now in front of him. Raten delivered a devastating kick to Simon's jaw stunning him and pushing him back.

Simon fell to the floor and spat out blood.

He looked wide-eyed at his blood and his right eye twitched.

"My mistake." He got up slowly with an arm checking if his jaw is broken. He stretched forth his arm and his scythe returned to him.

"I took this as a playground." He stood to his full height.

"Just so you know, I hate it when my blood is drawn first." He said with a crazy look in his eyes.