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Mehul's night's sleep was rather peaceful, despite the peturbing evening, and morning. Tilly waking him up and taking him to that pillowey place so suddenly didn't make the start of this day any better than the smoothie she gave did.

In the arena, where they are suppose to train, fighting against experienced tanji wielders, Mehul couldn't help but feel anxious. What if he's unable to control his sword? He doesn't wanna hurt these people...they are the good guys aren't they? What was one supposed to do if he is given a sword that explodes on contact, against people who were supposed to train him? He can't kill them- Well, he doesn't have to kill anyone for the matter..right? He hadn't really thought about that yet- he did jokingly say stuff about killing people the first time he takes out Grendulas, but did he really want to kill anyone? Even the bad guys were supposed to be spared- you can't decide who lives or dies!
While he contemplates all this, he notices a stone golem approach him. Now, stone golems aren't humans, are they? Or even alive, exactly. Golems- everywhere where Mehul's seen or read about, are just inanimate substances given temporary animation. He doesn't have to refrain from destroying them, did he? And if he had to stop, they would make him do so. This was a training program afterall. Soo he unsheathes Grendulas, poises to strike right at the throat of the thing, and does it.

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Like Faith, Bree was not exactly overjoyed to be back here. She had barely gotten any sleep last night. She had tried to spend as much time with her parents as possible, fearing that this may be the last. Now, she was almost certain that it would be.

"You want us to what!?" Bree asks. "I'm pleased by your sudden confidence in us, but I don't think we are exactly battle ready right now." Deep down, she knew that arguing wouldn't help. Tilly wasn't stupid, she had a good reason for making them do this. No better experience than the real thing. But she still felt the need to voice her objections.

She sighs and stretches, fixing her gaze towards her opponents. "Alright, if we're going to be beaten to a pulp, then we should focus on bringing down at least one person." She points to one of their opponents at random. Her finger was directed closest to the angry lady. "You! Sir- ma'am... Person.... Thing-" her voice gets weaker as she tries to guess who she is pointing at. "You're going down!" She shouts out confidently.

Deep down, Bree was worried. In reality, she wasn't entirely confident in her ability to shield yet. Healing? She could handle that fairly well. She was also positive that she could shield herself, but she wasn't confident that she could shield the others. Maybe if she got the group to attack her it would give the others a chance? Still, she wasn't strong enough to hold the shield very long and that's only if they were stupid enough to take the bait. Something told her that they were a bit smarter than that. She lowers her head towards the ground, desperately trying to think of a plan. She jumps in surprise when she hears the sudden explosion from Mehul's sword. Too late to plan, I guess we are starting now Bree thinks to herself as she prepares for the worse.

The golem immediately ducks out of the way, crumbling itself to pieces of rock, reforming again around Mehul’s Grendulas. “Ooh nice move there, pity it didn’t work. And no, the members will be acting in self defense only, until you guys are ready.” Tilly answers cheerfully, watching as Mehul makes Grendulas explode again, causing the golem to fall to the ground, yet reform again, repeating the whole process.

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Binghe wasn't a exceptionally deep sleeper so the moment Tilly somehow wiggled through the only (and kind of broken) window, he was already up and running. Too bad grogginess was still a thing and he was caught easily.

Sulking as he downed the awful tonic, Binghe settled for simply observing the others fight first and took a seat on the floor. It would do him some good to see the others in action. He didn't really care about fighting, his mastery over his Tanji being quite low in his opinion. Tapping a random beat on the ground as he watched, the shadows humming along to the unheard song. Well it would be fun to see what he could do at this point though so he hummed out loud. The shadow cast by the pissed off woman wavered slightly before it swiftly wrapped around the woman's ankle. There wasn't much time for her to counter, Binghe's humming picking up the tempo as the shadows responded appropriately and swarmed the woman. The steady tapping of Ongreuktnm was soon the only sound the woman could hear, the sentient darkness engulfing her. It didn't hurt, just a comfortable blanket on pure shadows that cut off her senses. Annoying. But not particularly strong.

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“Tsk. You guys can do better than that.” Tilly comments, idly sketching on the podium.


“Then it’s my turn.” Faith rose into the air, her eyes going fully white, summoning wind and a cyclone that was directed towards their opponents. Everyone scrambled and dodged, except for the scary lady hindered by Binghe’s shadows, and the golem fighting against Mehul. Detilander smirks, before flipping his pocket watch, turning back time. Faith shrieks in annoyance, sending a sharp concentrated blast of wind that knocks Detilander to his feet. Umm…a little help with the others, please guys?” She asks, commanding the wind to hold Detilander down.

“Ooh, here’s the action I’ve been waiting for! Things are finally getting interesting!”



So basically,this

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Ramson's night sleep was usually non-existent. He simply did not sleep for very long. He had slept 5 hours that day, meaning he was already unusually energized and awake by the time Tilly came in. "Late." he had silently commented as Tilly teleported him away.

Ramson was rather having the time of his life in the fight.

That was truly because of one small loophole. He did not have to fight.

As opposed to the others, he had a personal cyberspace all for himself. Every now and then, he would leave, only to enter again. It was a good thing he had gotten himself a Nokia phone, since even hammers would simply be ineffective.

If there was the slightest of worries, it would be the lack of a camera, meaning he did not know what was going on outside. Did he feel bad about skipping the fight? A little. Did he wish to change his mind about it? Not unless he had something worthwhile in his stomach, in stead of quite literal garbage.

They had been training hard for the past few days, and were just on their usual training session when suddenly, an alarm blared. “All right guys, let’s fight. I don’t have much time to explain the situation to you guys, but in short, the Alacratz are attacking us right now!” Detilander announced. A swarm of people wielding Tanjis came to gather at the halls. It was suprising that their headquarters actually held so many people. A loud noise could be heard, and several Alacratz, a group of two hundred, came crashing in. Someone, presumably an ally, teleported them to a different place, to prevent chaos and destruction in the city.

(Assume your characters have grasped some form of control over their Tanjis, and can use them reasonably well)

All around them, there was fighting and chaos, loud clashes from god knows what. Tilly rapidly dodges through the crowd, taking away their opponents’ Tanjis and knocking them out cold, while Detilander reverse pockets of time, so half of an Alacratz’s body is stuck in the past, leaving only half in the present and effectively killing them. Faith sends waves of water crashing down on the Alacratz, sucking some into a singular whirlpool before smashing them against objects.

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