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Chapter 9- Don't be such a Boar
Blake's eyes were wide when the Boarbatusk came charging out of the cage, squealing so loudly she almost reached up to cover her ears to prevent them from starting to ring. Instinctively, she used her semblance to leave a clone behind to take the brunt of the attack for her while she moved up and behind the Grimm as it plowed right through where she was once standing. It crashed into the guardrail protecting the other students from the arena and therefore the Grimm, splintering part of it into pieces but not going all the way through.
"Hold fast!" Tyrian exclaimed, crouching down on one of the student's desks as he watched her fight. "If the Grimm breaks through that barrier and I have to take care of it myself you get a failing grade!"
"I think a failing grade is the least of my concerns at the moment," Blake mumbled to herself as Gambol Shroud came slinking out of it's holstered state. She instantly broke it apart into two pieces, the sword part in her right and the cleaver in her left. Bullets were too risky as any one of them could potentially ricochet off the Boarbatusk and into the crowd of students, or she could downright miss and accidentally shoot one of them herself. No, the only time it would be safe to fire her weapon would be into the belly of the beast itself. Which was what she aimed for as she crouched down and egged the creature on to attack her.
The Boarbatusk only saw her as it turned around, standing her ground and staring right back into its eyes, it squealed angrily and started to roll at her. Taking the shape of a wheel as its barbed spines stabbed into the ground with each revolution. Blake's eyes narrowed as it started rolling toward her at what she could guess was close to or beyond thirty miles per hour. In her mental calculations, she could potentially thrust her sword at just the right moment to pierce through the Boarbatusk's weak and unarmoured skin and kill it instantly. But such a maneuver would not only be hard to pull off but-
"Ah!" Blake exclaimed, rolling out of the way of the Boarbatusks path as it came at her at a sudden boost of speed. Knocking her out of her train of thought.
"Stop thinking so much Belladonna!" Tyrian exclaimed as he picked his ear, flicking something off his finger as he talked. "Grimm don't give you time to think. You must act first and plan while doing it! Come now, for a girl who slew a Geist at the mere age of fourteen in single combat you should know this already!"
Whispers and murmurs followed later, Blake spared a glance to the crowd and grit her teeth angrily at the professor who had told a well-hidden truth to the entire student body. The last thing she needed was all this attention distracting her. Just what was Professor Callows thinking while he was doing this to her!?
"You got this Blake!" Yang cheered for her, violently waving around that stupid flag that the professor gave her and the rest of her team. "It's just a shitty little Boarbatusk! That should be nothing to an awesome huntress like you!"
"Language!" Blake exclaimed as she jumped over the next charge.
"No, no, such language is allowed in this class," Tyrian said with a shrug, picking at his nails as he lied down flat across four different desks. The students who sat at those desks had to stand so that they could see what was happening in the arena. "In your future occupation as huntsman and huntresses, you are all going to spill a few swears here and there, some more than others, maybe not. So I don't understand why most professors want their students to hold back their tongue so often," He glanced down to Blake with a smug smirk. "If my students have something they want to say to me or anyone else in this class, they are free to do so."
"Agh!" Blake roared as her cleaver struck the top of the Boarbatusks head. She put all her strength into the blow, but all it did was make the Grimm slam its head into the ground and trip over itself. She had to use her semblance again to flash out of the way and appear behind it, but before she could take advantage of its disadvantageous position, it recovered and she was back at square one. Though she knew she did some damage considering that the creature's skull armour was cracked in a few different places, it would still take a considerable amount more strikes in order to deliver an actual fatal blow. It frustrated her, knowing that she was able to shatter stone and metal armour before against that Geist, and yet now she couldn't even break through the simple skull helmet of a Grimm.
Blake's brow scrunched down as her teeth were bared, the tiny implication of fangs of her teeth showing as she became more frustrated and admittedly angry. All those eyes looking at her, the professor smugly looking at her and more than aware of what he was doing. Yang cheering her ass off with that annoying voice of hers along with Ruby's, and Weiss's face which looked more hopeful that the teacher would be forced to end it rather than her. The fight had only just begun and already Blake's temper was rising more and more. Yellow eyes widened feral as a hiss escaped her throat. Almost matching the hissing of the Grimm as it revved up for another charge.
Blake relinquished her grip on her sword hand and let the blade fall to the ground, ribbon coming with it. She held the cleaver with both hands and took a much more informal and aggressive stance. The fact that people were recording her as well didn't make her feel any better, so right now all she wanted to do was end this and make sure she'd never have to see this stupid fucking Grimm pig ever again.
She charged first this time, interrupting the speed of the Boarbatusks roll-up time and she smashed her cleaver into the side of its face with all her might. Chips of bone and black teeth came skittering across the ground but she and everyone else knew that it wouldn't be enough to put it down for good. So Blake reeled her arms back and smashed her cleaver into the other side of its face to the same effect. Smash, smash, smash, the sound of bone cracking and the Grimm squealing in pain as Blake continued to scream brought silence to the classroom. All it was now was just her and the Boarbatusk, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Even when the Boarbatusk flipped onto its side, she didn't stop aiming for the head. She cut out one of its eyes and then kicked it in its soft belly. Throwing it back to the cage. If it were any normal pig it would have gotten scared of her and ran away by now, but this Grimm knew no fear. Blake was determined to make it feel that particular emotion, or at least do her damndest to make it feel that way. The Boarbatusk pushed it's front foot into the ground and dragged it toward itself, revving up for another charge. So simple mindlessness was something Blake adapted to quickly. She merely walked toward it with both hands spread out to her sides, egging it on to attack her.
It did.
Blake crouched low, and right before it could hit her she found her opportunity. She threw her blade into the Boarbatusk's soft underbelly and with her semblance flashed behind it and yanked on the ribbon attached to the sword with all her strength. The Boarbatusk screeched as it was forced to come to a painful halt as it practically got disemboweled. The black mist came out of its belly rather than blood, and Blake moved to finish it off.
Holding her cleaver with both hands, she raised her arms above her head one last time and brought it back down with a feral scream. The skull armour that had been weakened so much from the previous strikes split open like an egg, which made it all the easier to cleave its head in two as the armour gave way, killing it instantly and ending whatever suffering it was going through at the time.
The Grimm faded away into black dust as Blake pulled back her weapon, taking deep breath after deep breath as she calmed down. When she let out a final relaxed sigh, she turned back to the professor.
"Is that good enough for you?" She asked, very clearly angry with her professor. "Did I perform to your likeness, Callows?"
Tyrian responded by flipping up to his feet and clapping his hands together so quickly it almost sounded like he wasn't the only one clapping. Blake sagged her shoulders as the professor let out a roar of laughter, throwing his head back and letting it all out at once. The applause was quickly reinforced by Yang first, and then the rest of her team, even if Weiss did so reluctantly. The entire class followed soon after, all clapping for her and cheering for her as if she pulled off some great deed that aided the world so much.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Tyrian shouted, bringing the attention back onto himself. "You performed wonderfully! You get a B for this assignment, a very strong B indeed!"
"A… B…?" Blake felt a vein pop from her face as she clenched one fist behind her back.
"You expected more?" Tyrian asked, taking that smug look upon his face once again. "I did not give you a perfect grade because you did not perform perfectly. The barrier protecting us from the happenings of the arena was damaged, and you did not take the opportunity to kill it quickly when it showed itself to you. You let yourself lose your temper, and you played with your food." He explained, suddenly sounding much more intelligent than he had before when he first showed himself. "If this were out there in the real world, people could have gotten hurt. A huntress often deals with not just one Grimm at a time, and sometimes they must both fight and protect. If my firstborn child was down there with you and you were tasked with protecting him, he may as well have gotten hurt or killed by another Grimm while you toyed with that one." he gestured to the pile of black dust, which even that was burning away into nothingness.
"Honestly, you should be getting a worst grade because of that," Tyrian pointed out. "But you are getting a B due to my leniency. Do not rely on that factor next time, and that goes for all of you!" Tyrian turned to the rest of the class after flipping back into the arena. He started pacing back and forth in front of Blake as he spoke. "I will make a real effort to try and make you as uncomfortable as possible during these demonstrations if you will. Do get used to it, because when you are a real huntsman or huntress out there you will face worse feelings. Fall to it, and you may as well cost someone their life, or get yourselves killed. Remember that, and take this as a lesson. No matter your status, no matter your race, anyone can lose their temper."
"I… see." Blake suddenly came to a new understanding. When she looked at Tyrian next and saw her looking back at her, she realized that he was just doing his job and a damn good job at it. She bowed her head respectfully toward her fellow faunus. "I won't fall to your tricks again." She proclaimed.
"I certainly hope not," Tyrian smirked. "Now, we have about two minutes left in class, perhaps less. You all may do as you will with that time. I for one have to go put some actual clothes on and get another Grimm prepared for my next class," Tyrian went and folded the cage. It was still big and heavy, but much easier to transport. Especially for someone as strong as a Beacon Professor. "You are dismissed, for those you can't read between the lines."
"Wow," Yang said as Blake made her way up the stairs to meet with them again. "Sucks that you got targeted first, huh? In any case, I think you did really well! I mean, the Grimm is dead, so mission accomplished, right?"
"Hm," Blake looked at her tiredly. "I suppose so." She said quietly as she went to grab her bag, and proceeded to leave the classroom and her teammates behind. "I am going to get dressed again. We have a combat class next, so I'll meet you all then. See you."
Yang watched her partner leave the classroom, wondering if she should go after her and try and see if she could do anything to make her feel better. She didn't know what it was like to be in her position, but she could at least try to understand. She clearly didn't like it when too much attention was placed on her, and actively tried to avoid it. Thing is that at least at Beacon, no one really cared about whether or not you were someone famous or the heir to some company. At least when it came to Blake, anyway, it was more Jaune that Yang had noticed people talking about the most. She was a known quantity as well, of course, but Yang had barely heard anyone talk about her until now.
"She'll be fine," Ruby assured her, patting her on the shoulder and getting her mind off of it. "For once it's not here she's disappointed in. It's most likely herself she has an issue with now. I don't blame her, I'd be hating myself to if professor Callows chose me instead."
"I heard that!" Tyrian exclaimed from the back of the classroom, just before he was about to leave through the back exit. "Ruby Rose! You shall be next to be used for a demonstration! Don't worry about the kind of Grimm I'd put you up against, you'll see."
"Bring it on your crazy lunatic!" Ruby called back, raising her fist at the man competitively. "I won't fall for your dirty smug tricks!"
"Yes, you will!" Tyrian shouted before slamming the door shut, and therefore not allowing Ruby to get the last word. Ruby stomped her foot indignantly at that, swearing to get him back for it someday.
"Damn it, he's going to be a slippery one, that guy."
"You'll have a chance to shove it at him, next class," Weiss said, patting her partner on the back. "Now, like Blake said we should probably get going to the next class. I heard rumors that Cinder is going to be teaching that one, so we should probably get there before we risk annoying or angering her."
"Oh? Is the quiet and mysterious Weiss Schnee afraid of someone?" Yang teased, nudging the white-haired girl with her elbow. "Color me surprised, with that sharp tongue of yours I would have thought nothing scared you."
"Please, Cinder Fall hasn't given me a reason to be afraid of her yet. Why should I be anyway? It's not like she's done anything wrong."
Blake leaned on a railing somewhere outside the class building and sighed to herself. The sweat had been washed away from her body after a quick two-minute shower, and despite knowing that she had to get to her next class with her teammates, she just had to take a break. Just this once, at least. What Tyrian had said and explained to her before was still getting to her. He was right, after all, and he was only doing his job and done a good job at it as well. He must have taken one look at her and known exactly what her primary problem was; Her temper was something that even she would admit was an issue that she had been working on. She was never a very emotional person before and still isn't now. But when she was uncomfortable and stressed out like she was just then, the worst of her came out.
"Stupid…" She berated herself, rubbing a hand through her black still drying hair as her ears twitched. "I should have known… why was I so blind to what should have been so obvious?"
"Perhaps because your mind is already clouded with other thoughts."
Blake jumped and turned around and met a man with muscles so large she wondered how he able to move so silently as he did just then. "I-I'm sorry," She said instinctively after instantly realizing that this man was yet another Beacon professor. "I'll get back to class soon, I won't be-"
"Relax, student," The professor said with a soft chuckle. He came up beside her and leaned on his arms on the railing with her. He gestured for her to do the same, which she did. "I simply saw a student in need of come counsel, you're not in any trouble."
"I see…" Blake's ears went flat upon her head.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," The man said, surprising her. He recognized that she felt ashamed right in the moment where she started to feel shameful? It was both respectful and a little creepy that the man was able to do that but she figured that she shouldn't be surprised. She'd expected nothing less from a Beacon professor. "Students like you always have some doubts after their first days. I'd like to apologize for Tyrian, he is… an eccentric man." That was putting it lightly. "But he does care for his students. He asked me to come to find you after class was over."
"He did?" Blake asked, surprised again. "I didn't think…"
"I'm not surprised," he laughed again. "Tyrian doesn't come off as a caring man, does he? I didn't think so. He and I have a good relationship, anyhow. I am a friend of his family as I am a friend of his."
"I see. Well, I will thank Mister Callows for his concern when I next see him." Blake replied. "But I will be fine, truly. It was just a slip up on my part, it doesn't mean that I am resentful of him in any way."
"If you'll forgive me, Miss Belladonna, I don't see it that way." The man turned to face her. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Hazel Rainart, I am the student councilor of Beacon."
"Oh," Blake did not expect such a huge man to be in such a relatively tame position for what was a school meant for teaching kids how to fight and slay monsters. The way she eyed him up and down as she said that told him exactly what he was thinking.
"I get that look every time I state my position." Hazel chuckled. "I did graduate from Beacon some time ago, so a physique like this shouldn't surprise anyone too much."
"I-I understand," Blake flushed in embarrassment, tearing her eyes away from the man's huge… everything. The fact that the man had not a weapon to his name also made Blake wonder how exactly he killed Grimm. With his fists? Surely not, at least not unarmed. Even Yang needed something to give her an extra punch in order to deal fatal damage to the creatures of darkness. But with biceps bigger than her head and then some? It might just be possible with him. "Sorry, I was still surprised like everyone else."
"Don't apologize, I get it all the time and quite frankly I find it amusing," Hazel remarked. "I know you're thinking it so I won't bother leaving you to that, my semblance is a passive type that renders me unable to feel any pain. I used that to my advantage, as I hardly feel fatigued at all as a direct result of that. I can exercise all day every day if I wanted to, not that I would since my body can still get damaged, but I hope that is enough explanation for you."
It was, the analytic part of Blake's mind was already going to work on it. If she was correct then Hazel most likely worked out longer and harder than anyone and built up as much muscle as he could. Given that he couldn't feel pain, he could tear a muscle and not even know and it would heal back even stronger. It must have caused problems when he was actually hurt, but the more she thought about it the more she understood how the man got so impossibly buff. He had the body of a bodybuilder or a strongman from an event that she's seen her father participate in some years ago. But being a huntsman like himself with access to aura and a semblance like that, he must have been many times stronger than any normal bodybuilder could ever become.
"Judging by that look in your eye, I assume that you managed to piece it all together already."
"I certainly hope so," Blake said, craning her head up to meet the counselor's eyes. "But as a student counselor and the fact that you have come to find me, I suppose there is something that you think you have to council me on?"
"Interesting, you really are smart." Blake rolled her eyes at the crack. "But yes. I can tell that you have a lot on your mind, Tyrian told me what happened, and it seems that you have a lot of pent up anger and frustration. You don't need to tell me how or why," Hazel said once she looked away. "But it is my job to try and help ease the weight you feel on your shoulders."
"My issues shouldn't be the concern of an esteemed professor of Beacon," Blake said.
"I am the student councilor of Beacon Academy." Hazel pointed out. "My concern for my student's mental health is my job. I am not saying that you need help, but I offer my ear and heart to any who wants to tell me their issues. Of course, it goes without saying that anything we speak of is confidential."
"Then you are better than most student councilors," Blake remarked, leaning bodily on the railing now.
"I understand that," Hazel admitted freely. "Now if I may, you do seem to be frustrated. Not with yourself, but in your current position. You are bottling it up because of course the heiress to the White Fang Corporation shant and shall never be able to realize their own emotions, and feelings and confront them," the fact that he nailed it right on the head on Blake subtly glaring. "Am I wrong?"
"... Not exactly," Blake admitted after a moment's hesitation. "I… appreciate your concern, Mister Rainart, I really do. You are most kind to be giving your students such attention."
"But you need more time," Hazel understood instantly, backing away from her as he placed his hands behind his back. "I understand, I will not push you to speak if you are not comfortable with it. Take my card," He handed her a card from a rather thick deck he kept rubber-banded together inside of one of his pockets. "On it discloses my personal scroll number, office number and times and the location of said office. I am free for any walk-ins, but I hope you understand that if I am with another student already I will ask you to wait."
"I understand," Blake looked at the card before gently shoving it into her own pocket. "Thank you for coming to speak with me, Mister Raianrt, I will make sure to thank Mister Callows as well."
"Anytime," Hazel smiled and waved at her before walking away. "Now get to class, your next professor is Cinder and she does not like her students arriving late to her class. Believe me, you don't want to know what her detentions are like."
Blake gulped nervously at the very thought of it.
"I'll get there immediately."
"There you are!" Yang skipped up to her the moment she saw her turn the corner. "I was wondering when you were gonna show!"
"Human, you waited for me?" Blake asked owlishly, looking past her and to the sign above a pair of doors which simply read 'Combat'.
"Of course I did!" Yang exclaimed. "I was worried about you after you stomped out like that before in Tyrian's class-"
"Mister Callows." Blake corrected.
Yang ignored her. "And after me and the others found-"
"The others and I."
"Shut up. I didn't want to leave you alone out here to walk in by yourself when most of the other students are already in the classroom." Yang said, offering her arm jokingly. "So, my wonderful cat partner, may I humbly escort you into this here classroom?"
Blake huffed in the closest to a laugh Yang had ever gotten her to. "No, I think I'll be fine. She said, pushing her arm away. "This is a combat class, right?" She asked as she stepped toward the doors.
"Yup!" Yang hopped beside her and pumped her fists. "Good thing you didn't change out of your outfit because it said on the schedule that we should always come to this class prepared for a fight. Still got your blade thingies with you?"
"They're called Gambol Shroud." Blake pointed out.
"Gambol Shroud then," Yang rolled her eyes. "Still got 'em?"
"Yes," Blake said. "I may have walked off on my own but my memory is still good."
"Great, now c'mon, we're about to be considered late and Cinder already doesn't like any of us. Let's not give her a reason to target us."
Thankfully, they got into the classroom just a minute before they would be considering late. Though they were the last ones in. Immediately, Blake found herself grateful that Yang had waited for her since the moment they walked in all eyes were on them, including Cinder Fall's herself. Also immediately, this wasn't the conventional classroom. There were stands where people could sit or stand, but nowhere was a desk in sight.
Ruby and Weiss waved at them as they came into view and offered them the two extra spots that they had saved just for them. Yang was especially excited when Pyrrha was seen waving the hardest at them and ran over to give her a quick hug as Blake came in trudging behind her.
"Hey, Pyr!" Yang exclaimed, wrapping an arm around the much taller girl and showing her a toothy grin. "How was that other class you took?"
"It was a class about plant life and how to identify said plants," Pyrrha explained. "It was pretty interesting, and we were all given an exotic plant that we have to keep alive for the semester as a final project extending across the entire semester. I don't know if you have the class as well, but thankfully Nora here has a knack for taking care of plants apparently!"
"They're making me take care of all their plants for them," Nora said with a sigh. Causing a group raucous laugh.
"Hey, I did no such thing!" Jaune complained.
"You didn't, instead you let Ren take it from you and give it to me under the pretense that since I'm already doing three, I might as well do a fourth." Nora pointed out. Yang looked for the mentioned plants but figured that Nora had already delivered it back to their dorms once their previous class was over. "Unless you want it back?"
"So, Yang, how was your Grimm Studies class?" Jaune changed the subject instantly. Causing another round of laughter that even had Blake comically rolling her eyes.
"It was… interesting, to say the least." After glancing over to Blake, Yang said, "But I don't want to spoil anything that Pyrrha here did, what if I didn't want any spoilers? Eh Pyr?"
"E-Er, I'm sorry!"
As heels clicked and a recognizable woman stepped onto the stage before them, the group cut off their laughter and stood at attention, as did everyone else. A testament to the impact Cinder and her earlier words at the initiation announcement which demanded respect from each and every one of them just in case her status as the next in line to become the headmistress of Beacon Academy wasn't enough to impress them into obedience. She smirked as she looked over the crowd, pleased that they were all mostly silent and giving her the respect she needed in order to have them all hear and listen to her when she spoke.
"Welcome to Combat Class," Cinder began. "I will be teaching you all personally. Some of you are already exceptionally skilled, while others are much less so. By the end of your four-year term, you will all be at the same level or at the very least able to do your duty as a huntsman or huntress respectfully. My qualifications are graduating from Haven Academy, and then going for another four years at Beacon Academy under the mentorship of Salem herself."
That had a few whispers piping up as rumors already begun to spread. Cinder put a stop to them quickly. "I will be the next Headmistress of this esteemed Academy as well if that doesn't impress you enough. It goes without saying that I am a huntress, a huntress trained twice to know multiple styles, weapons, and strategies. I will bestow my knowledge to those who are worthy to learn them. Soon, I will have to choose an heir of my own, one of you may be that heir, most likely not," she added in a chuckle. "But if that is a goal you want to work toward, feel free to try and impress me. If you can, that is…"
Yang felt very targeted when Cinder glared specifically at her when she said that. Was she really that focused on her? Interested in her? Hate her? Yang didn't understand why, sure Salem invited her to Beacon early but hell she had graduated two different Huntsman Academies! She gulped and looked away when Cinder's stare persisted, imagining a smirk as Cinder once again pulled out a victory over her.
"At the beginning of every class, there will be a spar. But it will only be called a spar in the name. I demand that you all fight to your heart's content, try to see your opponent as your worst enemy, and let me see what you can do. This class goes on for two hours, and each spar will have a four-minute timer. There are two hundred students in this class alone, and once all the spars are done by or around the fifty-minute mark will commence my teaching of strategy and what you should do in specific situations for the last hour and ten minutes. I have a tight schedule that I always pertain to, and I am keen to keep to it. Now, with that said, do we have any volunteers for the first spar to kick off the semester?"
Yang looked over and didn't feel surprised when Jaune Arc instantly raised his hand. Smirking competitively and eager for a fight to make him break a sweat. Yang looked over and Cinder and watched her nod.
"The champion of Mistral, Jaune Arc." Cinder announced, gesturing for him to come up to the stage. "The next one after me to hold that name. Interesting, I am eager to see how you have earned such a title."
"And I aim to impress," Jaune replied, bowing not only to her but to the rest of the class. Yang looked over to Pyrrha and saw her look away with cheeks flushed. Really, it was extremely obvious when you were paying attention. It caused a chuckle to escape from her lips at the thought.
"No other volunteers?" Cinder asked, scoffing loudly. "I see I have a class of cowards this semester."
Oh hell no.
Yang raised her hand instantly and stood, glaring back at Cinder and earning another smirk from her. Was she impressed or did she want to see her get her ass kicked? Yang didn't care for the answer, she was going to wipe that smirk off her face the first chance she got, and now it came to her.
"Yang Xiao Long," Cinder announced, beckoning her with the tip of her finger. "At least one of you has some guts. This fifteen-year-old girl has more balls than all you men in the crowd."
"Heh," Yang liked that line and felt more respect for the woman who said it. When she got onto the stage and saw Jaune nod at her, she nodded back, engaging Ember Celica. "Let's see what this champion is made of, hm? You better not hold back blondie."
"You as well, fellow blondie." Jaune and her shared a laugh as they sized each other up from opposite sides of the arena.
"I am interested in seeing how the student Salem herself picked to attend Beacon two years earlier than everyone else stands up against Jaune Arc." Cinder said as she moved to a podium near the back of the stage. Yang instantly felt that rise of respect plummet as she felt pressure on her all of a sudden, especially from Blake who didn't know that particular fact. She didn't look resentful, just surprised, but it was pressure all the same. "I hope I am not disappointed, but I am prepared for such an outcome."
Even Jaune looked a little impressed, and it had Yang going red as she realized that now all the eyes were on her. She shook her head and raised her hands, wiping the embarrassment off of her face as a fresh shell loaded into her gauntlets.
"What are you waiting for, a sign?" Cinder asked. "Fight until someone's aura gets into the red and no longer than that. Anything goes. The timer has started."
"Wait, we start now?" Yang asked.
Cinder pointed to her opponent instead of answering directly. When Yang turned back to Jaune, Crocea Mors was already slicing through the air.
And there we have it, a pretty interesting chapter that I am proud of. Some exposition on Hazel, and Cinder, fun stuff like that. Another human v human fight is on the way, let's see how it goes!
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