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Dragn had sat forward in his seat watching Kenshin try to break out of the shield. He had tried using his sword but to no avail. There was a flash of red as something occurred within the orb, then it was all over and Kenshin was on the floor clearly exhausted from expending his energy.
Confessor then walked over and tapped it with her fingers and the shield disappeared. Then turning to the class she asked how she had done it.
Dragn was about to raise his hand but Shogun’s was in the air first, "Correct me if I'm wrong, for at the very least I don't have the whole answer down, but could it be that you struck at a weak spot in the defense? Or perhaps you put a special amount of extra power behind your contact?" Dragn sat there taking in his answer and nodded his agreement.
"You have a good point there Mr. Shogun, yes I did find a certain weak spot in the spell and with very little effort and not using any magic I broke through the barrier. Now Can anyone tell me what elements create a barrier spell??"
Dragn raised his hand “ Wouldn’t that be a combination of wind and spirit? Wind to create the orb and spirit to maintain it?” Dragn wondered if he got that right knowing that after all his studying, most of his spells came naturally and on instinct.
“ Wouldn’t that be a combination of wind and spirit? Wind to create the orb and spirit to maintain it?”
"You are correct Dragn. Very good. Does anyone care to try an attack on perhaps me?" The professor smiled as she said this, noting the surprise on most of the students' faces. Confessor's gaze lingered slightly on Senekha's, and Sen half-grinned.
Knowing that the professor would somehow block any physical attack at that moment, Sen acted without concern, rising, whipping out two daggers, and throwing them one after the other, her movements so fluid they seemed as one. It was a standard throwing knife attack, one for the opponent to block, the other to strike through the opponent's briefly opened stance. With magic, however, that was a different story.
Driving his car through the school gates at breakneck speed, Rosgwak slammed on the brakes and managed to haphazardly get his car into a parking space. Then, jumping out and slamming the door behind him, Rosgwak ran towards the school doors, leaping up the steps and ducking in past someone who had opened the door, knocking them to the ground.
"Sorry!" Rosgwak shouted back over his shoulder. Normally he would've stopped to help the poor person back to their feet, but there was no time allowed to him right now. He was already late as it was. He had woken up that morning to a simple text message from Lilith on his phone, asking why he wasn't in Confessor's class, a class he was not aware was even on, but which he was apparently expected at. So, barely pausing to grab his schoolbag, Ros had raced out of the house and gotten to school as quickly as possible.
After tearing through the school corridors, Rosgwak finally arrived outside the room Confessor's class was apparently in. Hesitating outside the door briefly, Rosgwak wondered just how bad it would look, entering this late. He had heard amazing things of Confessor, and her teaching abilities, but he wasn't sure how forgiving she would be to an unsuspecting latecomer. However, taking a deep breathe, Ros decided to just bite the bullet, so to speak, and he opened the door, quickly hurrying in and closing it behind him.
"I'm terribly sorry I'm late, professor." he said, hurrying towards a free table nearby. Sitting down, he opened his bag, and began to pull out a blank book, eyes still facing Confessor. "I'm sorry, I really have no excuse. I promise it won't happen again." he said, opening his book, pulling out a pen, and beginning to copy out the notes that were written on the bed. After he had finished writing out the notes, Rosgwak leaned forward to the seat in front of him where Shogun sat. "Have I missed much?" he whispered, eyes fixed at the front of the room, lest he miss anything else.
Confessor had given the class a break, and he decided it was a good time to consult the teacher about the strange power he had been using lately. As he was approaching the teacher, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. What if this turned out to be something really bad?Well, i have to know.
"Excuse me professor? I need to talk to you about the magic I accidentally used. I have no idea what it is. I've only just started to notice it quite recently. I'm coming to a conclusion that it might be inheritance, my grandfather was a proficient mage. Whats happening to me?"
Confessor looked at him with a curious expression, seemingly searching her brains for the right answer.
Confessor's answer made Kenshin feel alot better. It was good to know that nothing was wrong with him. "Yes professor, that would be great, and maybe we could figure out what triggers this strange power."