The Quartzal’s smooth surface rippled, and Vurckair’s Spear came out.
His team isn’t the only one. Many Spears crossed the monolith, and waited for further instructions.
Coordinator Phrangnerth hovered the night sky, her pink aura transformed into a gigantic hand that grabbed the Tamed Quartzal, ripping it from the ground.
"Cadets. The areas within the Quartzals can suffer an occasional «Breach», bringing unwanted Creatures seeking liberty. They expand the Breach to create Rifts. When the latter reach a certain size. It will reshape the Quartzal’s interior into a location far more feared, and terrifying than any Primal Quartzal could ever be: a «Deformed Agglomeration»..."
Hearing the dire explanation, Vurckair’s attitude darkened.
{Loutharn was destroyed by Deformed Agglomerations. I don’t know how though. Or if it’s possible to reverse the damage. But considering Ell’Thane hasn’t contacted me, it shouldn’t be so severe, yet...}
Darcia commanded her aura, and throwed the monolith into space.
"Now it’s a problem for the Residents in Ell’Thane’s counterpart."
Some Instructors and several Squatsis Cadets laughed.
It’s clearly a joke, but the Freshmen and Rookies didn’t understand it.
"Given this unforeseen event. No one will lose the privileges; At least for the rest of the week. Nevertheless; It’ll be on hold the formation of my Squadron. Wait for the next mandatory participation. Meanwhile; Enjoy your weekend."
The Cadets dispersed, and Coordinator Phrangnerth landed near Vurckair’s Spear.
Giassmennia and Cailly got closer; Both wanting to make public their victory over a Vecturion.
{The Boob’boy’s comrades are beautiful. I should have asked for all of them}
Darcia mocked. "How unfortunate your stay ended so soon..."
{She did something. Perhaps the Tamed Quartzal’s Breach was provoked by her}
"I have no alternative aside offer my sincerest condolences, Instructor Valkysh. Your lineage will most likely end with you."
Giassmennia flinched at Darcia’s comment.
But Cailly didn’t care. "Can we skip the formalities?. I want to see my brother in Bramnt City before the next week starts."
"I’ll kill a few million Valkysh, and you remain detached." Remarked Darcia. "Fitting for a cold, prude Cyannûss like you, Daughter of Cecilia. Don’t worry. After the Valkysh. I’ll pay a long visit to your Mother."
Vallad’Yanna held her stern attitude. But no one fell for her fake facade.
Mädriänä wasn’t far, and stepped in-between the two groups. "What happened?."
"A bet that it’s not of your damn business, Gadrigoth." Resentfully growled Cailly. "Stop stalling, Gia!."
The Busty Tomboy complied, showing the Data Core’s info.
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Giassmennia’s Might
Rank: 781 of 3,492
Average Battle Rating: 6,145
Current Position: 102 of 763
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{We were 3,530 Spears in total. So 38 teams fell in combat. But only 1 Spear in this Tamed Quartzal... Maybe was bad luck, and not the Coordinator’s machination}
"Impressive... What about you, Son of Volttaira?."
{That’s my Variant’s Mother}
"Hurry up!." Demanded Giassmennia, her voice almost cracking. Differently to Cailly; She doesn’t want to be the indirect responsable of a Family’s demise.
{I don’t need to check. Naylyn alone should give us a Battle Rating of Forty Thousand or so...}
Of course, he activated his Data Core.
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Vurckair’s Spear
Rank: 689 of 3,492
Average Battle Rating: 9,832
Current Position: 69 of 763
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{What in Fettiyio?!. Why is our Battle Rating less than ten thousand?!... Don’t tell me our Halos are not accounted...}
"You won..." Vallad’Yanna remarked breathlessly, her grateful expression was too evident in a woman who’s main trait was her sternness.
Even so, she is not nearly as relieved as Giassmennia. She looked happy of losing the bet.
Unlike Cailly, petrified like an iceberg that released a frosted air pulsating outwards around her.
Vallad’Yanna touched Vurckair’s arm. "You really won..." She leaned, her lips merging with her Cadet’s.
Stunned gasps erupted from the members of the three Spears. Mädriänä was the loudest, and not because she was the closest to the scene.
"Thank you Vurckair–"
"No." He interrupted. "If you think a little peck serves as thank you, you’re very wrong."
Mildly flushed cheeks adorned her; And with no hesitation, Vallad’Yanna went for a real kiss.
Her novice tongue tried to delve into the Cadet’s lips; But resistance was met in the way.
She showed disposition, and he capitalized on it, pushing back the incoming assault into the Instructor’s hungry little mouth.
Their passion went beyond of what a heated kiss can entail, becoming a full fledged make out session that leaned into straight foreplay, as both roamed their partner’s body.
"Ahem!." Called Mädriänä, but Vurckair held Vallad’Yanna’s bun with his right, giving the middle finger to the Fallen Paladin.
Confused tilting heads became the norm among the witnesses, only Giassmennia, Odette, and Loreden’Ya seemed to understand the gesture.
Out of breath, Vallad’Yanna pleaded with her gaze for a pause, but she still endured the kiss for another half minute.
"This is a good start for a «Thank you», Instructor." Whispered Vurckair, nibbling the woman’s sensitive, glowing ear; As he locked his gaze on Cailly.
"Well «Brocon Ice’Hole». Start wearing something more eye-catching, and you’re forbidden from using colors that involve red and black; Avoid blues too. You are not worthy of my colors."
He arranged the front of his pure indigo hair, and signaled his eyes.
Vurckair thought Cailly should wear contact lenses and dye her hair, but decided not to say anything.
In Loutharn, it was a big taboo to mess with someone else’s hair. Not to mention the obvious; He frankly preferred natural assets and features.
"You’re acceptable for now, Boob’boy. But i’ll see you later." He winked at Giassmennia.
She didn’t like that, but deep in her heart, she didn’t hate it either.
Everyone intended to depart, but stopped at hearing the Coordinator’s voice.
"Instructor Valkysh. I understand that you wish to consummate your femininity with the Son of–"
"Vurckair." He interrupted, putting a grin on the woman.
"In that case. Call me «Darcia»." She sniffed purposely slow. "«Sweetcream»."
He retorted in kind. His nose twitched with the penetrating scent of strawberry and kiwi mixed with Kirsch, a cherry liqueur he tested once in Azthea.
{She is soaking wet}
"As i was about to say. Today is «Noma»."
Vallad’Yanna understood. "Vurckair. I have to attend the Instructor’s weekly Meeting, to discuss the progress of Cadets under my direct supervision."
"I’ll see you tomorrow morning then." He emphasized delivering a firm, playful spank to Vallad’Yanna’s buttocks, followed by a possessive squeeze.
Nobody dared to complain, or comment about Vurckair’s indecorous behavior; Since the silly smile on the usually stern Instructor, gave away how much she enjoyed the young man’s touch.
With the Instructors and Coordinator gone. A well-deserved rest is demanded and needed by the Cadets; Although it wasn’t a long period, they delved into the Tamed Quartzal, and due to the cavernous environment, Odette has an idea.
"Who wants to come to the thermal baths?!..."