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The students would find a sign on the classroom that requested that they relocate to the Danger Shop, and, once there, they would find the usual Sword Coast terrain that Minsc typically set up. Once the small crowd had gathered, he did a quick head count, nodded, and began.

"Now," he said, "I'm sure you're all sick of transforming stuff as of late. First, transforming into zombies and then transformation of the mind. We haven't talked much of those. Transformations of the mind, ones that mess with your head not in a way that just makes you feel confused or befuddled or motionless, but ones that make you really think you're someone else. The most common for of that here, of course, is gremlin bites, and we can't exactly do anything to prevent them at the moment because they are only taking up on what we owe them, although, really, they certainly didn't show any modesty in collecting, now, did they?"

"Either way, that's probably already more that what you'd like to hear about transformations today! We probably want to forget about them for a while. So today, we'll have a nice therapy day."

And, of course, therapy day to Minsc meant...

"Fighting!" A small collection of ~~moddable~~ weapons and armour showed up on the scene and now, little things could be seen moving through the trees behind them. "We shall let out our frustration with these....demons..." Funny, those 'demons' looked an awful lot like gremlins. But, of course, they weren't! It wouldn't be right by the treaty to fight gremlins. Demons, however, as similar they looked to gremlins...

Minsc cleared his throat. "Yes, demons here, need to be vanquished! Take up a sword and vanquish to your heart's content! I will join you in the theraputic fighting!"

"And, for those of you who do not find fighting to be cathartic today, Boo will take you to the other side of the Shop, where there are cute cuddly ~~moddable~~ animals to play with and care for instead. They'll need feeding and playing with!"

"And, finally, extra credit to anyone who wishes to tell about their experience either as a zombie or fighting them!"

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"Hardly," Arthur informed him, with a little twist of a smirk set to his face. Skimming the edge of predatory at that.

Apparently it took kicking gremlins to make a man feel halfway normal.

His next went sailing far into the treetops. That one was for trying his best-- and still failing. "Close enough never won any battles."

Reno smirked as he watched the gremlin sail away.

"Am I gettin' a lecture, here? Seriously?"

Reno didn't really seem to mind. If anything, it was like Arthur was grooming him to go back to Tseng and his lectures, somehow. "You want I should keep tryin' until I nail it, now?"

"Yes," Arthur said, without shame, "You are." Flipside of the knight thing: lectures, and getting the word 'dung beetle' flung at your head from time to time. "Let's see if you do better on the next two," he said, idly, and turned to see if he could find any others.

"Hey, fair enough. I don't want nobody thinkin' I'm gettin' rusty when I head back home, yo."

Rusty kind of got people killed. Reno didn't want to think that he was getting rusty, either.

He snagged another gremlin that had wandered a little too close, and sized up the tree again. One step back, two steps forward, a decent punt, and-

"Bullseye!"

Reno was now sticking out his tongue and humming a victory theme of some sort.

And that was exactly why Arthur took that moment to send a gremlin soaring at Reno's back (with the help of his one functional arm), mostly to see if his reaction time still held up if he was surprised.

Yep.

He was just helping Reno make sure he wouldn't be rusty.

Some part of him wondered if he really was going completely out of his mind.

"Gah!" Reno didn't have eyes in the back of his head, but he had a killer swing with his arm, and that was why the poor gremlin barely had enough time to cling to Reno's ponytail for dear life before he was met with an elbow that knocked half the teeth out of his wee little skull.

Which left Reno standing there with a toothless green thing hanging from his hair.

"That was... different, yo."

"You may want to work on your reaction time," Arthur said, graciously, "if you value your hair." He dusted off his glove again.

Insanity. Or spending too much time cooped up in one room with Leto. (It was neither. Even back home, Arthur liked to keep knights-to-be on their toes by punching them in the face when they least expected it)

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"Reaction time," Reno agreed, trying to comb the gremlin off of his ponytail with his fingers. "And eyes behind my head, yo."

Which, really, should have been a given anyhow. "You like keepin' people on their toes, huh? Looks like Fandom's reserves are gonna have their work cot out for 'em."

"I won't be satisfied until at least one of them tries to kill me in our third week," he said, idly, and rolled his shoulders.

"That's the way to do it," Reno agreed, and then launched the gremlin off toward the tree to join the last one.

This time, he wasn't going to dance about it, though.

Arthur took a slip of a moment to pride himself on his decent teaching skills before he took a place to settle by one of the trees, leaning. He was done with gremlins for the day; the exercise had taken off his edge of frustration quite well.

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