Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728/@comment-25924729-20151206112518

'“Amilanthior Nightshade: Forfeit. Zhu-li Castellan: Winner.'” the declaration and ensuing alarm signaled the end of class and the day’s sparring, releasing students back to their respective dorms. The commotion also aroused Dawn from her nap.

A throbbing sensation began at the back of her eyeballs, slowly spreading to fill her temples with a dull ache. The bruiser thumped the back of her head a few times to clear her vision. Ugh… Fuck you Johnston, your booze is cheap shit…

Vowing never to buy from that shop again, she took in her surroundings, noting with surprise the forest and frozen lake with Julie and an Amilanthior shaped snowman in it. A few self-inflicted slaps later, she was convinced it wasn’t another drunk hallucination, but reality.

“Sheesh… dafuq happened while I was out?” She half-heartedly asked Kinaver.

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“Umm…” Zhu-li gave the Aspercicle an experimental poke. Truth be told, She hadn’t considered how to release him after winning the match, and was now deeply perplexed. She could only smile sheepishly at the awkwardness of the whole thing.

It was Tigris that saved her from embarrasment. Whipping out her rifle and shattering the ice with a precision shot from across the classroom. A few students stared open mouthed at the sniper, who stood up with a flourish and backed out of the hall wordlessly.

Gotta remember to thank her later… Zhu-li thought as she fished her boyfriend from the cold water and walked with him to the lockers to dry off, maybe they could share a hot drink later?

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The asassin left the classroom with her head held low. She didn't speak to anyone while walking briskly back to her dorm. Upon entering, her teammates swamped her with worried questions but she simply pushed past them.

After a quick shower and changing out of her burned clothes, Tigris grabbed some fresh ammo for her weapon and proceeded down to Beacon's private training chamber.

Kinaver Embara... Unassuming at first glance, but skilled enough to actually defeat her in a duel. This was an opponent worth noting. Defeat was a hard pill to swallow for Tigris, and the only way she would redeem herself was by washing away the stains of failure with a crushing victory next time. Tigris wanted a rematch.

She entered the training hall and began a series of practise thrusts and sweeps. ''Wait for me. I will grow stronger, faster, deadlier. Then i will meet you again on the fields of battle, Embara. ''