As the sun dipped below the spires of the magic school Gradwarths, Leonidas Lionheart, an arrogant blonde bully, cornered his favorite target after class. The ancient trees whispered a warning, but Leonidas sneered, conjuring a swirling storm of sparks to intimidate. "Well, well, look who's here," Leonidas purred, his pale eyes ablaze with malice and concealed desire. "My favorite commoner weakling. Prepare for humiliation, little mageling." He quickly backed the other person into a wall.