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"I think these Jocks don't know what we're packing." Oan says with a sneer as his men charge towards battle, rage flowing through their veins as they head towards the Jock lines.

Back in the Science Wing

"EUREKA!" A cry comes out from one of the Chemistry labs, and the other LARP'ers run over as one of the weaponmasters walks out, carrying the deadliest weapon to be used on either side: a scratch-built Flamethrower, built from compact Nitrogen tank found in the dark corners of the archives, which was put in a backpack, then were filled with flammable gas and attached to an old paint gun that has a pilot light taped to the front. The radio call goes out throughout the LARP radio about the new weapon.

"Mage Elminster, we have news." Templar Abraham says, knocking on the door. "Our weaponmasters have created a flamethrower from parts around the school. It's creator is requesting that you look it over, seeing as you are a master of Fire."