These students knew their stuff when it came to weaponry. As Confessor stood beside I.R. she waved her hand quickly over the wound in his leg. The bleeding stopped and within seconds had healed. She hadn't even broken a sweat yet. As she got up in her 'warrior finesse' once more she rushed at two oncoming teenagers, both of who had weapons, swords to be exact. The swords were not as long as hers was but she would teach them a thing or two. The first student yelled at her as he rushed at Confessor with his blade poised at her neck. When he was four inches in front of her neck she simply swung her blade down hard, deflecting his blow with utter strength, and causing him to drop his weapon. The blow from Black Diamond's hilt struck the boy in his hand breaking it in several places and even a few fingers. She heard the snap and awful crunching sounds of metal smacking bone. The boy cried out in pain as he dropped to his knees and looking up at her with hate filled eyes. Behind him the second teenager saw the damage that had been dealt and he took his dear time as he circled around Confessor. He slashed once at her but his steel met her steel. The two of them then began the dance of death. Death was something Confessor was VERY used to. To her it was like an old friend because it seemed to visit her quite a bit. Every night she slept with death but death wasn't coming for her this night. The two of them continued to parry each others attacks until Confessor grew tired of the boys mistakes. Taking the upper hand she did a back flip and landed on a nearby table. Next, she jumped from the table and landed behind the boy. Using her tremendous strength she quickly slammed her blade through the boys chest and as it ripped through his still beating heart, the blade caught on fire. The boy screamed in horror as he saw her blade sticking through his still beating heart and out through his chest. Suddenly without warning his entire body caught on fire and when he was well engulfed in flames only then did Confessor pull out her blade. As she watched the boy burn in death she was reminded of the nuclear explosion that had taken her parents. Raw emotions raged inside of her. Her fury was something many had never seen before and she didn't want them to see it. She took a deep breath and stepped away from the burnt corpse and bowed her head to him. He had been a worthy but stupid opponent. One should never let his or her emotions get to them, especially in a battle for your life. The first rule she had learned from her mentor was: The blade was the extension of the flesh, the flesh of the mind, and the mind of the soul. Many times she didn't believe that old saying but as she grew up, she learned it was true. She brought up her fiery sword into both hands and rushed at two more attacking students.