As she walked back to her rooms with Kehel, they spoke of the Weed's punishment. A week polishing armor for a full bell! For being three minutes late! Outrageous. Not that either of them cared. They were both rather pleased with Ty's wisecrack on the training master. His face had been a laugh.
At the turn of a corner, Ty's face melted to blue fury. Those damned boys were hitting someone again. She would murder them this time!
"What is it?" Kehel asked, noting the change in her face. Ty paid no attention. Slipping her knives into her hands, she flew down the corridor. Kehel, understanding what was happening, ran after her.
There they were. Seeing her round the corner, they dropped the boy, who took his opportunity and fled. Ty bared her teeth, her eyes hardening. "Do you do this every night, or are you simply unable to realize that I will pound you senseless if you continue?"
The tallest boy strode forward. "Why does a first year page demand we cease our practices? For the sake of what—rules? Rules don't permit animals in the Page's Wing."
Ty grinned. "Then you shouldn't be here, should you?" she said maliciously. As the boy angered, she dropped onto one knee, calling in the Panther.
"Let me give you good reason to stop this practice, then," she snarled as she lowered her face. "Kehel?"
Kehel had been walking forward furiously. "What?" he snapped, looking at the boys with utter hatred.
"Stand back."
Ty's face rose. She felt her pupils change to slits in the darkness. Leaping forward, she slammed both the boys into the opposite wall, then sprang onto the ceiling. Kehel looked around, dazed. She dropped behind him. Her pupils flashed. He gasped.
"Run back to the Wing," she said. The King's Own approach. I can get out right enough, but they've heard your name. Run and change into your bedclothes. Rap three times on my door, so Sabi knows what's happened. Go!"
"I—," he gasped. "I can't leave you here to deal with the King's Own!"
"Go!" she cried, jumping up to the ceiling. They could hear the steps now. As Ty's limbs held on to the roof, Kehel ran. Using her utmost care, she scraped the ceiling a bit and drew forth wood-dust. Writing something on the floor, she jumped back up onto the ceiling and made for her room.
Raoul could hardly believe his eyes. The words on the floor, right next to the unconscious boys, made his head pound. He could not put it together, however much he tried. The words would be burned into his memory forever more. As his unit walked back to their rooms, he decided to take this matter a great deal more seriously.
Reading the words one last time and heading back to his room, he realized Numair had to appear immediately. Those words on the ground were more dangerous than many would know, for they were made with wood dust and held in place with raw magic.
He shook his head. He needed to get to the bottom of this soon. The words called to him, wouldn't let him sleep. It was impressive that a simple pair of words could stop a man who had seen as much as he had from sleeping. He tosses and turned as he attempted to sleep until Buri hit his head hard and he decided to look at the ceiling instead. The words glowed in his mind.
NO MORE.