Ch1-Wildcats and Thieving RatsWell who do you think she is? Zavier asked the two friends standing to his side. They had watched this girl enter behind the man and look around. It had been Mallik to first notice her, but the others had turned their attention to it quickly. It wasnt often that potential students came alone, in country clothes, and with almost no bags. Or heavily armed.
I dont know, man, but Im dying to find out, Zavier glanced over to his friend, Lion, who was staring at the girl through his long gold bangs with that look of haughty mischief on his face. Besides, she looks like a challenge. Zavier and Mallik sighed in unison. Lion could get any girl he wanted, and practically made it a game to do so with every new one he met.
Lecher, he muttered, before turning to Mallik, who looked back at them and grinned.
Already she seems extremely capable of our special brand of chaos, he remarked. The other two had briefly turned conf
Prologue: Half-Breed ChildThe darkness, usually calming and reverent for them, was far from tranquil this night. The trees above their heads broke into the twilight sky, leaving only small patches for the stars to look down upon the pair, alone on the forest floor. They could see each other clearly, though, in what light was provided.
Another of her blows collided, and then another. She grunted with the effort at each one, but did not stop. Punch after punch, until her hands ached and the skin on her knuckles was rubbed raw.
Not good enough! the man yelled. Again. Growling deep in her throat, the young girl continued. She punched again and again at the elfs leather armor. He stood in a stable fighting stance, locked and absorbing every blow. She did not relent, but blood began dripping from her wrists and the older man called for a halt. The girl stood panting as he knelt in front of her to examine it. He wiped the cuts on each hand off and took out a roll of bandages.