Chapter 2
Starting the Final Semester.
It was the final day before classes. The North Room was bustling with practice. Nindsey sat calmly with her violin in hand. A music stand was in front of her with a book of various pieces of music. Each was neatly signed at the end with a flowing writing of Lavender Gaviati, her mentor from Sanctum. The sides were scribbled on with her notes. She lightly slid her bow along the strings, playing the music as she lightly added sounds with her voice, introducing the notes to a moderate dubstep. The track was a literal blur as Gyoshun raced around the track. Adjacent to him was a blur of white in the form of a horse, his steed Longma. Ragnar timed the two as they raced around the track.
Ragnar nodded to Draco hefting Grimgutter, "Are you ready?"
Draco nodded as he stood with his right foot forward and his sword held out in front of him in a classic middle guard. Ragnar pressed a button as several robots stood up in front of him. One was armed with a long spear. Another held a light sabre and the third held a pair of knives while another held a long rifle. The rifleman jumped over the others, firing a quick series of dust rounds. Draco flawlessly deflected all of the rounds, returning fire with his great sword. The spearman stabbed at Draco, but he deflected the spear and slashed back. The training droid blocked as the one with knives slashed at him. Draco sidestepped and slashed at the knife-wielder, cleaving off its arm. The one with the sabre slashed in a blur at Draco. Scales formed over his arm as he blocked the slashes and kicked his opponent back. He blocked a spear slash from one of the droids and he stabbed into its guard, shattering it into a million pieces. The sabre-wielder took the opportunity to kick Draco back. The rifleman fired several more dust rounds. Draco's right arm formed scales as he deflected all of them. Each shot was well aimed, Draco assessed. It was time to end this. He pulled the trigger on his great sword, firing from his low guard position to propel himself towards the rifleman. He slashed upwards as more scales grew, cleaving through the droid's rifle and the droid along with it. Ragnar grasped a shard of the spearman and focused on it, instantly repairing it as the knife-wielder and the one with a sabre charged Draco. That strike had put some strain on his aura and it would be best to use his aura sparingly for a little bit, Draco thought. He stepped back, expertly blocking every strike as he lashed out with his arm at the knife-wielder's neck. The neck snapped.
Suddenly, a voice blared across the speakers in the back, "Team FRAL has returned from their final summer mission!"
