A/N: I'm so glad you're all enjoying this! I have heard the request for longer chapters, and once I get past the ones I've already written (1 more) I will make an attempt. Disclaimer remains the same.
Session 3: Anger
When Mio entered this time, she looked at no one before sitting. She cleared her throat several times before saying, "Today we are going to talk about anger." She ran her eyes over the group briefly, and focused on Sir Borus.
"What can you tell us about anger, Sir Borus?" she inquired. The knight stared at the floor.
"This is stupid. We all know what anger is," Billy announced.
"I don't understand why I'm here," Hugo piped up. "I'm not an angry person."
"Oh, really? So, if Chris walked through that door, you wouldn't turn red in the face and want to kill her?" the fic-writer asked sweetly.
"That's Lady Chris to you!" Borus shouted, jumping out of his chair and turning to face the hapless author. "I'll teach you some respect!"
Hugo frowned, oblivious to Borus' ranting. "Well…"
"You see?" asked the author, also ignoring Borus, who was shouting in her ear, now. "You don't get angry in a general way, but around the Silver Maiden you lose your head. That constitutes anger."
"Anger in itself isn't necessarily bad," Mio explained, as Borus ran out of breath and epithets. "Everyone gets angry sometimes. It's what you do with that anger, and under the influence of that anger, that matter."
Billy's meager store of patience had run out. "Listen, woman! I don't need some half-brained phony therapist to tell me that I'm too angry!" He began to crack his knuckles. Hugo edged away from him slowly, eyes darting between the still standing blond knight and the belligerent thief. Mio, rather than trying to make herself heard over the shouting as Billy raised his voice, shut her mouth and sighed.
Borus turned to Billy with a fresh set of insults, which Billy returned in cruder form. Mio pulled several sheets of paper off her clipboard and handed one to Hugo. "Please read that, and try to implement the techniques this week," she requested, speaking loudly to be heard over the ruckus.
"Yeah yeah," Hugo muttered. He glanced at the fic writer. "Does that mean I can go?"
She waved a hand at him without turning from her fascinated study of the altercation. "Yes yes. Go ahead."
Hugo ducked around Billy, who was winding up to take a swing at Borus, and slipped out the door. He did not look back as a heard metal drawn and a loud shout, followed by silence.