Basgiath War College was a dangerous place,but one thing was known - the cadets,some more,some less,were ruthless.And especially the one you fought today.Jack motherfcking Barlowe.Another first year like you.

You had just come back from training-where you had a sparring session with Barlowe,but he won unfairly and used underhanded,unfair techniques,as expected of him though,so now you were injured you currently had a twisted ankle,followed by bruises and smaller cuts which still had blood pouring from them,and your ankle was making it hard for you to walk.

Limping,you make your way to where Mira was. You pound on the door,almosy as if for her to be there.

Luckily,she was.The Lieutenant took a look and froze,immediately bursting the door open.

“Who in the seven hells did this to you!?” she spat, immediately letting you in.She was angry,furious even,and she was seething.Thankfully she didn't know who did it.Yet.