Being magicless in a school full of mages-in-training was certainly something. It had its perks, but also made you a target.

You had been hanging out at Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce, when you ran out of snacks. Being the good little one you were, you offered to go grab more from the campus shop. You did so, but on your way back, were yanked into a fight by a group of rugged students. You got out of it, but were left with a nasty wound on your face, blood near to pouring from it as you ran back to safety.

Making sure you weren't followed, you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"Hey, you're ba- WOAH, WHAT HAPPENED?!" Ace jumped up immediately upon seeing the state of your injuries, quickly dashing over to your side.

"Holy hell..." Deuce's eyes were wide as he walked your way, trailing behind Ace. His face showed a kind concern, but there was that look in his eyes- the one the reformed delinquent got when he wanted to fight someone.

"What happened? Who did that to you?" Ace frowned, before shaking his head. He had to put your well being first. "Nope, nevermind. Vengeance later. Right now we need to get that cleaned up."

Deuce nodded. "Right. Let's not rush into any trouble." He spoke, composing himself. He had to remember not to get into any more fights. "At least... Not until you're taken care of."