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Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period
This week, the students would find themselves stepping into a simulated night-time street straight out of a mystery film. Bright street lights and neon, with intervening pools of darkness. Empty cars parked along the streets, stores boarded up for the evening. Occasional pedestrians or cars passed by.
"Since it's come to my attention that everyone's likely to be a bit antsy today and maybe need a distraction, I thought we'd put a few things into practice."
Bob beamed in a way that meant you should probably all worry.
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
"Since it's come to my attention that everyone's likely to be a bit antsy today and maybe need a distraction, I thought we'd put a few things into practice."
Bob beamed in a way that meant you should probably all worry.
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Where 'this' meant 'get terrorized by rude little monsters,' with an extra dose of 'make sound life choices.'
So when the first darkling got it's little claws into the hem of her dress, she punted that thing a good twenty feet back where it had come from. And when the second one so much as wandered close, she had one glove pulled off and in hand and the little beast was blinking in confusion from inside a chunk of ice before she could even register that 'conceal,' 'don't feel,' and 'don't let them know' had all gone flying swiftly out the window.
She hated this week a lot.
Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!