A/N: hello, this fic is but a practice on a certain aspect of writing. consider it a mini series of sort. I would cherish a private message or a review explaining errors and what not.

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Time for that day…

"Students… commence!" master Logan opened a small gate for the hounds to exit. The aged man might be mental to some but his methods are praised all over the dragon school.

Other teachers and senior students watched the novices fending themselves with soul arrows from the vicious dogs. However, in the midst of the fray, one girl caught the attention of many:

Mioa the scathed was her name. She got her title from the deep scar running from the top of her head to the right side of her side. She was vulgar, poor, bad mouthed and rebellious and yet her style was something unique. The young youth carved her catalyst to resemble some sort of a crude weapon; perhaps a club or a barbed sword. She showed extreme brutality towards the hounds mangling their limbs up close before blasting their cranium with a slightly red soul arrow.

The exam was done. Most of the students did alright, few sustained minor injuries. Logan was glad to reap the success of his students. "Alright stu-"he was interrupted by a rather rude voice.

"Shouldn't you dwell among your filthy kind in the great swamps? The refuses are abundant for you barbarians to enjoy." Whatever floated in Archmage Penipeth's mind was to be said… he is the archmage after all.

The girl gritted her teeth in anger clenching more onto her disfigured catalyst till blood started to drip from the catalyst's grip. Logan quickly interfered "I beg your pardon my Archmage, but the girl did nothing wrong. she passed the test rightfully like the rest of-"

"Where is your head Logan? This fine establishment aims to graduate proper sorcerers not some abomination like this girl. I want her expelled. In fact, I want her out of my city!" murmurs and whispers plagued the air. Logan's recommendation was in fact the only reason she is still studying.

"You and me… now." Mioa repulsing voice killed all the whispers. Everyone was astonished; did she just challenge… the archmage?

"So be it, let me show you why I rule Vinhiem." even though the man surpassed the age of youth, he managed to hop to the area from the second line of seat. He revealed his gem-decorated catalyst. The girl didn't flinch. Logan could do nothing now; the girl had sealed her fate by herself.

Penipeth casted his Soulmass and turned around expecting a moan of pain. Instead, a sharp pain erupted in his back. Mioa had dodged the soul orb only to strike hard on his back with her catalyst. The archmage kicked her in the midsection then he charred her chest by a heavy soul mass knocking her feet away. Big hat instinctively wanted to protect her but the man simply couldn't. cheers erupted from the crowd, some started to say "Kill her, kill her , kill her!"

"Right away? where is the fun in that?" he started the carnage by cutting of her left arm with a powerful soul spear then her left leg followed by another soul spear. The girl swallowed her screams refusing to let pain overcome her pride. The archmage crouched next to her "Any last word, my sweet filth?"

" Raagh1!" She unleashed the true potential of her catalyst by spewing thick waves of bloody soul matter. It didn't kill the man but it mangled his skin and most importantly his face. Pus and papules emerged from his disgusting skin. He became the very thing he loathed.

"UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH! RAGHHHH!" in his rage, he conjured a powerful soul spear that punctured her chest along with the floor exposing the sewer system below. Her corpse fell into the depth below. Everyone was shocked, none dared to utter a word except Logan "her death marks my last days in Vinhiem. I will leave this drench place…lest I become something like you."