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John ran into one last straggler, walking into the woods. His eyes were, neon blue. He didn't even flinch when he saw John. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was a cleric. John stabbed him in the heart. "What the fuck was that" he said to himself, genuinely confused.

He then turned, and saw two Senior Clerics coming in. "Fuck." John though to himself. The seniors were the ones who would've planned the attack. Men who have trained their whole lives, known as some of the deadliest men in the world, and they were coming up against an apprentice assassin. Once they were done, that would be it. This would become a known stronghold, one they wouldn't dare approach for a long time. John drew his blade, and began to approach. John nodded towards the one in the center. They might be clerics, but they did the math as well as John did.

The first of the group swung his blade at John, he tuck and rolled, and slashed at his right leg. The man jumped to the left, checking his right leg, making John miss. He stood back up, shooting for a roundhouse kick. The man ducked, but he telegraphed his movement too much. John caught him in the chin with a scissor kick, and went to stab him in the chest. He parry'd Johns attempt, but didn't see John's freehand coming at his temple with a wristblade out. 1 down. John licked the blood off his shortblade, and smiled at the 2nd senior, hoping to enrage him. John went for the first strike, he was parry'd, and caught his opponents sword in the stomach. It was only a slash, but still. The man looked at John, and licked the blood, smiling. John swung again, and was parry'd. He saw the slash coming, this time for his throat. He ducked, and attempted for an upward stab. He was dodged, and recieved a slash to the lower left side of his face, just under his eye. John saw an opportunity, and he took it. He shoved a wristblade straight into his elbow, then his foot, he then elbowed him in the jaw, staggering him. he then leapt at him, and shoved either wristblade through his eyeballs.

He ran towards the dorm, a hand over his stomach, which wasn't cut too badly. His face was far worse. He would need to stitch it as soon as he could.

He ran into everyone just outside the dorms. "Are you guys alright?" He asked, frantically.


He saw Marcey, Kyra, and Shrade outside the dorm building. He ran up to them, excited to see his friends were still alive. Bodies were strewn all around the school grounds. Might be hard to explain to the dean, or anyone of the teachers. "Are you guys alright?"