"Wait, we're goin' against each other?" Craig said. Octavio nodded, "Seems like it." Casiopea exclaimed, "Ya betta watch out, Octavius! Ya ass is gonna get BEAT!" Craig's group, which consisted of Louis, Casiopea, and a forgettable octoling named Son House, were put up against Octavio's group, which consisted of Lynyrd, Skynyrd, and a forgettable inkling named Wilder. The two groups were now going to compete in a turf war exercise, and be judged by Judd. Ammoses couldn't ink, so he had to stay on the sidelines and observe.

The eight were now putting on their protective gear, getting ready to battle each other. The two groups were each sent to the far ends of the stage they were to battle in. The stage itself was relatively simple, only being a narrow field with a few walls placed in. Judd climbed up a ladder and stood upon a platform raised high up, in order to get a full view of the whole field. Louis asked, "Oy Craig, not gonna lie, Octavio's a lil scary... he kinda creeps me out. I don't like the fact that Ima boutta fight him." Craig patted him on the back, "Nah, don't worry about it. I doubt that Octavio and those two identical dudes could do anything against us! And look at Wilder, dude looks as scrawny as a twig! Besides, it's just a friendly match to get us into the school year."

Casiopea was breathing heavily, "I'm so ready. I'm so FUCKING ready! If only we used real guns instead of this SPLAT bullcrap!" Their fourth teammate, Son House, seemed to not even be aware of what was going on at the moment. Octavio was ready to go, determined to win. Lynyrd and Skynyrd both put on their gear in perfect synchronization, and Wilder seemed incredibly nervous, as if he didn't want to even be present. Craig's group all changed their hair to a yellow color, and Octavio's group all changed their hair to a purple color. As everyone got done getting ready, Judd yelled, "Me... OW! (And the turf war starts... NOW!)"

Everyone immediately ran, covering everything they could in their ink . Well rather, everyone except Son House and Wilder. Son House was trying to figure to out how the splattershot worked, and Wilder stayed behind, afraid of getting hit. The two groups of three eventually reached the point where no land was left un-inked, and so they now had to fight each other to claim the other's turf. Casiopea would eventually clash with Skynyrd, who fought tooth and nail to claim each other's spots. Eventually, Casiopea simply gave up on inking, and tackled Skynyrd.

Louis mostly tried to stay in his squid form, only coming out when he really had to. Lynyrd eventually came in and began to ink Craig's side, forcing Louis come out of hiding and attack him. Octavio and Craig met each other at the exact middle part of the stage, trying to enter each other's sides. The two stared at each other's eyes intensely, trying to get the upper hand. When Octavio moved to the left, Craig moved to the left. When Craig shot at Octavio, Octavio sprayed right back, making the two shots of ink hit each other midway.

"You're pretty good at this." Craig remarked. "Ditto!" Octavio exclaimed. Craig shot ink at a spot behind Octavio, and quickly jumped up and entered his squid form. He landed in the covered spot, which Octavio quickly shot at. Craig immediately got out the spot, and shot around the area while also trying to avoid Octavio's ink. The two occasionally had to go back into the ink to recharge, which they did at nearly the exact same times. As Skynyrd tried to get Casiopea off of him, he yelled, "Wilder! Come here, now! Why don't you make yourself useful!?" Wilder yelled, "I d-don't wanna be here! My Dad forced me to come to this school..." Son House was still in the far back, trying to figure out how his splattershot worked.

Louis and Lynyrd were trying to cover as much land as they could, both trying to avoid direct confrontation with the other. Louis was messy, shooting anything he could without thinking. Lynyrd was more precise, strategically spraying what he needed to with great accuracy. As Octavio and Craig continued to fight each other, the two became increasingly desperate, knowing that time would soon run out. Finally, right as Craig shot one last bit of ink, Judd yelled "MEOW! (THE TURF WAR IS NOW OVER! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!)"

Everyone dropped their weaponry and looked up at Judd, Casiopea letting go of Skynyrd. As Judd closely inspected the stage, he was able to conclude that Craig's team won by 50.1 percent, and Octavio's team lost by 49.9 percent. "Meow! (Team Cuttlefish wins!)" Craig and Louis celebrating, Casiopea yelling, "WOOOOOOO! YESSS! IT WAS ALL MEEEE!" Octavio sighed, "Welp, I tried. Doesn't matter much anyway, it was just a little practice game." Craig said, "You actually did a pretty good job, Octavio. That was great!" Octavio thanked him for the compliment. Lynyrd and Skynyrd both walked towards each other, and swore to never lose again.

It was now time for the next two teams to compete, so the eight had to quickly leave the stage. As they left, Lynyrd and Skynyrd walked up to Octavio. In a calm tone, Lynyrd said, "Hey, you're pretty cool, Octavio." He pulled out a business card with he and Skynyrd's information, handing it over to Octavio. Skynyrd explained, "We have a side business. If you ever need us, you can come and hire us. We can be bodyguards, assistants, anything within the realm of reason." The two octolings patted Octavio's shoulders as they walked away together.

The rest of the day seemed to pass by rather quickly. Their next class with Mr. Morale felt shorter than it did the day before, and soon enough, everyone found themselves going home. Craig went back to his Mom's house, Octavio went to his Dad's house, and Louis returned to his brother's apartment. Ammoses and Casiopea went back home, only to encounter a disgruntled Machine Girl. She was clearly very mad about something, and Ammoses asked, "Hey, what happened?" Machine Girl sharply exhaled.

"That shitty fucking academy fired me!" she yelled. Ammoses was shocked, "Wait, really!?" Machine Girl nodded, "That fuckhead Mr. Hendrix fired me for quote unquote 'sitting on my ass all day'. What a fucking joke! And right after he used one of my designs without credit, too!" Casiopea interrupted, "Wait, you work at the military academy?" Machine Girl yelled, "Yes, I did! How the fuck did you not know?! Why else would I recommend that you and Ammoses attend it!?" Ammoses replied, "Damn. That's real shitty of them. But, we can find you another job, right?" Machine Girl scowled, "Sure."

To Be Continued