At weapons training, I was set to spar with Davin, the ginger-haired guy who'd caught me staring at him in the showers."Begin!" shouted Mr. HulioI summoned my chains successfully, though I'm sure Davin didn't have to close his eyes to summon his. We circled each other. I went on the offence by swiping for his legs. Davin leapt into the opposite direction. The momentum of the attack pulled me forward."Control the chains David, not vice versa," instructed Mr. Hulio.Davin just stood there, an amused smirk on his face. His posture was like that of a parent observing a child who thought they were smarter than them. I spun around and brought down my chains in a diagonal attack. When they were within a hair's length of his person, Davin leapt forward, closing the gap between us within seconds. As if paralyzed, all I did was watch him approach and shoulder me in the chest. I fell back, the curving white line on both sides of my peripheral vision.As he

As we walked down the passage, Juno pierced me with her gaze; the only sound was that of footsteps on the crystalline bridge. Walking in a non-consistent arch in front was Amero and the Blood Battalion. Dante Samos, Matt's dad, was a tall man with an athletic physique. He was a bangle user, and he looked like an older version of his son, and not in a bad way. He had aged well. His skin was a bit weathered but not terribly so. His thick brown, slicked-back hair and peach fuzz had a few flecks of gray. Next to him was a thin man named Scar. His name is perfect nomenclature due to the scars below his eyes. His coat collar was upturned, hiding his mouth and nose. Unlike wearing a red band around his arm like his colleagues, Scar wore it on his head like a durag. Even though the rest of his body was covered, I was sure that his entire person was riddled with scars. He was a chain user. Next was Derrick Mayfield. A muscular Black man whose physique, demeanor, high fade cut, and bushy bear