"AAAAAAAARGH—WHY IS HE USING A CHAIR?!"
"STOP AIMING FOR MY KNEECAPS, SIR!!! THAT'S WHERE I WALK FROM!"
"Ugh…" Jake groaned from the corner, his shirt torn, eyebrow twitching like he'd been emotionally waterboarded. "Again…? I just healed from yesterday…"
Outside the Vaise Mansion, in the training field, chaos reigned.
Crisaius stood on top of a tree stump with a broken broomstick in one hand and an upside-down chair in the other, grinning like a man who mistook torture for cardio. His robe flapped dramatically even though there was no wind.
"TRAINING IS LOVE!" he bellowed. "AND LOVE HURTS!"
"RAVEN, YOU BACKSTABBING LITTLE—" Alex screamed, rolling behind a rock as Crisaius chucked the chair like it was a dodgeball. "THIS IS ILLEGAL! THIS IS A CRIME!"
