Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-24260323-20140617040133

Ferron ran through the hallways, clutching her left arm, as she made her way back to her room. Weaving through various staff and students like a needle through cloth; apologizing to everyone the entire time while trying to maintain her cover as a man; it took only a few minutes to reach her room with her familiar body back. She opened the door and quickly located her weapons and equipment before heading back out in her combat gear.

The pain in her arm had subsided, but was tolerable to an extent. But with the mayhem of the morning over, it was only smooth sailing from here on out.

She made her way to the classroom where Combat Class was taking place, it was that time of year where they began to test which students have made progress as well as show them where they needed to improve.

The sight of the classroom door soon entered Ferron's view before he entered the classroom to see that a test was just beginning.