Prologue
A class full of students were running around the courtyard like headless chickens while their middle-aged, balding teacher was trying his best to restore order. The reason for this? A girl had just tried reaching through the very fabric of space and time to grab herself a glorified pet.
That, however, was not so much the cause of the aforementioned 'headless chicken' dance so much as it was the catalyst for it. For you see, the girl was not the only one to have thrown aside the rules of physics to find herself a pet, every other student had done so already. So what is the cause you ask?
The very large monstrous looking scorpion with pure black skin, bone-white, chitinous armour, evil red eyes and markings that seemed to glow and a pretty gold stinger that was considerably less pretty as it was leaving craters in the ground while it's owner tried to skewer it's next meal.
"Students! Get behind me!" The teacher called, years of combat experience showing through. "Earth mages, set up a barrier around the monster! Wind mages and any fast runners, get the headmaster and any other teachers you can find! Water mages, get to a safe distance and tend to the injured!"
The students immediately scrambled to follow his order, the authority in his voice brooking no argument. "What about us Professor?" Asked a busty, dark skinned red head.
The balding professor did not need to ask who she meant by 'us'. He had deliberately left out the fire mages in his orders still debating whether or not he should let children fight a monster of this magnitude. Quickly making up his mind he barked another command.
"Fire mages, you're with me. Hit it as hard as you can but don't expend too much Willpower. Save enough for you to run if things get bad."
"Can do Professor," said the red head with a grin. She and a few other students lined up their wands and cast the most powerful spells they knew but got nothing for their efforts but some scorch marks and a pissed of monstrosity. A pissed off monstrosity with its legs trapped in ice.
"Miss Tabitha? I thought I told the wind mages to get help," Colbert questioned.
"More helpful here," came the soft spoken reply of the blue haired girl. She didn't even turn to look at him or pause in casting her spells at the monster as she answered. Seeing the she was more of a warrior than a messenger he decided he could let her insubordination slide.
'Insubordination? When did I start thinking like that about my students?' Professor Colbert asked himself. "Very well. You all know the basics of team casting? One half chants while the other half casts." He got some murmurs of assent from his students as they heeded his instruction once again. All but one.
A petite, pink haired young girl had been dragging, a surprisingly heavy, black-clad boy out of harm's way while everyone else had been panicking but now that he was, more or less, safe behind their, equally surprisingly, combat capable teacher she spoke up.
"Mr. Colbert. What do I do?" She asked, eager to help.
"Just stand back Miss Valliere, try to help that boy up, it'll be better for everyone if he's conscious," Colbert replied, attention still fixed on the battle at hand.
"But that's my familiar," Miss Valliere argued. "Shouldn't I try to calm it down?"
"Obviously if you were capable of that it wouldn't have gone crazy the moment it showed up Louise," taunted the red head.
"Shut up Zerbst! You're just jealous because my familiar is better than yours," Louise shot back still slapping the boy who had been dragged along with her familiar in an attempt to wake him up.
"Oh yes, so much better having already killed three familiars and wounding as many students."
"Enough you two! Focus! Zerbst, you focus on the fight, Valliere, you focus on the boy," commanded Colbert.
"Yes, Sir," came the autonomous response. Both girls immediately returned to their assigned duties. One continued casting 'Fireball' while the other shouted-
"Wake Up!"
This prompted a rather immediate response from the boy who suddenly jerked awake. "Gah! I'm up, I'm up!" He said, now more or less alert.
"Good. Can you stand?" Asked Louise, getting up herself.
"Yeah, I can. What's the situation?" The boy asked, immediately reading the situation.
"You have to move, commoners can't fight a monster like this," she explained, immediately identifying him as a commoner and thus, a hindrance in the fight.
"Yeah, you're right," he said, misunderstanding what she had meant. "So get everyone out of here while I take out that Deathstalker."
"What? Are you-" before she could finish the boy had already rushed right into the fray.
"What are you doing!?" Came half a dozen voices. The boy ignored all of these as he ran around the Deathstalker to flank it and avoid getting caught in friendly fire.
"You just keep distracting it, I've got a plan," he said jumping onto the Deathstalker's tail.
"Are you crazy!? Get down from there!" Cried Colbert. The boy ignored him as he summoned a small, round object into his hand. A moment later he was shoving it into the joint where the Deathstalker's stinger met the rest of the tail.
"Fire in the hole!" he shouted as he jumped off the Deathstalker's tail in a stylish backflip and landing in an awkward backwards roll.
Not a moment later and an almighty *Kaboom* came from the Deathstalker's tail, right in the joint between the stinger and the tail, completely blowing the stinger clean off and driving it through the Deathstalker's armour, body and right into the ground beneath it.
The courtyard was quiet as the grave as everyone tried to process how this one commoner had managed to accomplish what a team of mages couldn't. All but one.
"My familiar!" Came a disparaged cry. "You killed it!" Louise accused the black-clad boy.
The boy could think of only one way to respond to that.
"Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?"