Za’Anira clicked her tongue, shooting Pulse Nodes to wake up the unconscious damsels.
The immaterial spheres exploded upon contact, brutally sending the ladies several meters back, until they crashed onto the cobblestone wall.
Pained groans echoed through the gothic chamber.
Shockwaves rippled against each other, slandering the mannequins in all directions.
Though the worst part went to Mirä; Who fell on her arm, suffering a severe fracture; The bone visible through the bloodied skin of her forearm.
"What a pathetic display." Za’Anira sighed with condescending mockery. "All of you failed. Seriously. I’m amazed by your level of mediocrity, incompetence, and delusion. Unless all of you are retarded."
Giassmennia’s fury ablazed along her aura, and Halo. "What did we do wrong?!. You altered the information in the Data Cores!."
"I even have to explain?." Za’Anira dismissed the complaint, only to met Cailly’s protest.
"Of course you must, «Supervisor». You set goals for our evaluation. We have time. And you just failed us?. We don’t «want»; We «demand» the answer."
"Or what?."
"We’ll extract it from you." Remarked Vurckair; Abraxza hovered in his Halo; Only then, Naylyn showed bloodlusted hostility.
"Yes Vuick. Let’s wreck her «Nerve», so she never dares to call others mediocre, ever again."
Themeria laughed from her throne. "Little Za’Anira, stop bothering your Cadets. Or i’ll charge you for damaging my mannequins."
The Supervisor’s eyebrow twitched. "We have a deal. Don’t break it."
"Then respect my Home. Especially now that Vurckair can improve the Tower into a Coven."
{How am i involved?}
"Horny Hag." Muttered Za’Anira.
"You love when i got turned on. That’s why you dumped that brainless loser." Themeria giggled, rejoiced in Za’Anira’s anger. " Oops. I said nothing. So stop looking at me like that, or i’ll get nostalgic with you."
"You wish, Horny Hag!." Retorted the Supervisor, ordering the Cadets to leave the Refined Quartzal.
Once out, Za’Anira recovered her attitude, but complied with the explanation.
"Cadets!. You failed because the task was unattainable. You should have questioned me, or refused right away. But you charged forth regardless. Not accounting your limitations, despite having decent knowledge to overcome the challenge."
Cailly raised her hand. "Supervisor. You are assuming we couldn’t complete the test. But it was doable for Miss Nephron’s Trinity and mine."
Za’Anira agreed. "Certainly. And the strategies planned by each Trinity weren’t faulty..."
{She checked on us...}
"But all of you forgot to use the visualization spell, entangled with clairvoyance to explore the Quartzal without delving into it. Not to mention the careless, hastiness of your approach made two Trinities fall into a trap due to a minor misinformation. If i hadn’t orchestrated everything. At best; you would be dead."
"Exactly!." Exclaimed Giassmennia. "That kind of traitorous approach is unacceptable!."
"Incorrect." Proclaimed Za’Anira. "Bramnt City is forming you to fight for Ell’Thane. You shouldn’t assume the Cities are safe. Or the gossip hadn’t reach you?; The previous Representative of the Vecturion House was killed two days ago."
The ladies went silent, and Vurckair realized someone pulled the strings behind the scenes, and used him by proxy.
{Anyone who wants the Nydrikoff House in Bramnt City, and can kill a «Fake» Vecturion is a suspect}
{How can i point out a single person; When three quarters of the City’s inhabitants have some sort of grudge against the Vecturion House?}
Za’Anira gave additional pointers, and took Mirä to the medical wing; While the other Cadets unanimously walked towards the Training Quarters.
"That supervisor is as crazy as Coordinator Phrangnerth." Miellessa murmured to herself. "Why she waited so long before going to attend Mirä’s wound?."
"So Mirä gets used to the pain." Vurckair replied with cold wisdom. "In a real fight, you can’t afford to be distracted. Injuries, hunger, emotions, other reactions or necessities are inconvenient luxuries ready to diminish your performance. Conquer them all, and no opponent should caught you out of guard."
"You always say grim comments related to combat." Pointed Giassmennia as she was the first to enter the Training Quarters.
"I’m just telling the truth." Absentmindedly replied Vurckair, remembering the horrors he endured in the tunnels of Fettiyio. "There’s no honor in war. Only one goal. «Exterminate your enemies."
"See!. You did it again!."
"Though that sounded like a sentence straight from the Yavellant’s repertoire, not a Vecturion’s phrase." Said Cailly, who had a sudden change of attitude, like if she read good news. "I have to go. My brother arrives at Bramnt City in an hour!." She ran fast, too happy to say goodbye to her friends.
Giassmennia didn’t mind; Instead, she mimicked a voiceless. "Thank you." To Vurckair.
He responded in kind. "Offer me your ass to fuck, Boob’boy."
She didn’t hesitate. "I will..."
Each of them focused on practice what they preferred, or what helped them to deal with the lingering anger inspired by Supervisor Za’Anira.
Miellessa went straight to pump iron in the bench press. Lifting 15 tons, but increased the weight up to 22 tons.
Amanda and Naylyn had a mock battle with short swords; Neither of them is taking the confrontation seriously. Naylyn knows she could accidentally kill Amanda, and Amanda is well aware of that fact after what happened in Vallad’Yanna’s office.
For her part, Mätzeniä practiced Node control alongside Balalaika. Giassmennia even gave them some tips while running on a nearby treadmill, maintaining a constant speed of 80 kilometers per hour without having her breath agitated during her speech.
"Stop staring at his butt, you creep!." The phrase reverberated throughout the enclosure, eyes landing on the scene, not far from the enhanced gravity area where Vurckair trained, and reviewed his melee skills, intertwining them with Flow Magic.
{Damn you Ell’Thane!. Why did you blessed a Breasted Femboy with such gift!}
Admitted the young Vecturion, his blue eyes glued to the effeminate sissy who has firm, gigantic, rounded buttocks.
[ Error: Perfect Profession’s Receptor ]
[ Error: Get Level 60 by the month’s end ]
{Fuck off!. I’m going to get back at you!; Or take you from behind!. Whatever happens first, Ell’Thane!}
[ Error: Observe the entrance ]
Odette is walking in; Ogling worshipfully at her companion; A mature woman in her prime so gorgeous and stunning, that she attracted everyone’s attention for a moment.
Until murmurs begin to gossip about a Prostitute.
[ Error: Undisputed Profession’s Receptor ]