Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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Upon arrival in the Danger Shop, the students would find that there was... nothing.

Well. In one sense of the word; there was mud beneath their feet, very sticky mud. There were what seemed to be small clumps of rocks, here and there, and further in the distance, the swaying motions of what appeared to be a tree.

But what was clearest wasn't clear at all: a dense fog, that laid over everything like a blanket.

There was also no sign of a teacher.

Comments

Re: Duck!

[glacial_queen]

From the sound of the first shot, Karla's shields snapped into place. Doing so was a little painful, like using a muscle she'd badly overextended, but, Danger Room or not, there were guns going off.