The apprentices watched in horror as Trozes entered the dining hall. He was an absolute mess, ruffled and scarred. He was giving of an aura that repelled all, concentrated towards Adrian. Everyone could feel it, the only ones unperturbed being Sam, Andrei and Adrian himself.

"So what do you think that was about?" asked Andrei.

"I don't know." answered Sam "But I bet it's good."

"How about Andrei and I check out their room to see if we can find out anything?" suggested Adrian "Just a quick peek."

"Why not just ask the other room mates?" asked Sam. Emilia motioned towards the residents of the room. Just looking at them darkened the room from their negativity.

"How about not." Sam stated, answering her own question.

They finished breakfast and the boys left the girls to investigate Trozes room.

"What the hell happened here?" Andrei said, surveying the room.

"I say we leave now, amd never mention this to anyone." Adrian slowly closing the door again.

"The girls are going to ask what we found." Andrei slowly retreated from the room.

"We tell them the truth. We tell them we glimpsed at hell." With that they finally left.

Class had not started when they arrived. The instructor was directly behind them and ready to burst. He was the combat instructor, meaning today they had combat training.

"This is the last combat lesson you will have before your finals. After those you will have a student expedition and then finally, graduation. I wish you good luck, you are one of the best batch of apprentices I have had the pleasure to taech over my years. To finish off the year we will do one on one combat. Weapons will be artifacts picked at random by myself. Partner up however you feel, lets move to the combat hall."

They moved out in the half organised mess known to students throughout the world, with probes, stragglers and the main student body. The combat hall was simply a large wooden hall. Despite it's simplicity it was made from wood taken from a nature gods realm and was harder than rock. There was a storage room filled with all sorts of toys able to make an enjoyable lesson but today all that mattered was the preprepared table covered in weapons.

"So who wants to go first." the instructor asked the class.

"I want to go a round with Adrian sir." Adrian was unsuprised when he heard Trozes say that. He was likely aiming for revenge for whatever caused the destruction of their room.

"Alrighty. You all know the rules, just grab a weapon and go at it quick-fast." the instructor was entering one of his moods, a particularly aggressive one.

Adrian and Trozes both moved forward towards the table. Adrian managed to grab a lance while Trozes claimed an axe.

"Did you think you were sneaky, too stupid to figure out your plan. We figured it out, know exactly what you did." Trozes spoke with an almost upright conviction. Great, thought Adrian, now I just need to figure out why they are so convinced it was me. "It was quite sneaky what you did. Whatever you put into our shirts is quite dangerous, not only is there the foul odor, it seeps into the skin creating a plague of rats-" before Trozes could finish the instructor interrupted "Enough of the trash talk, just start fighting already."

Trozes lifted the axe up "I just wanted to let you know the reason behind your thrashing." He swung down were Adrian was standing two seconds earlier. The floor broke and splintered due to the strength of Trozes hit. Trying to take advantage of this oppurtunity Adrian went and swung his lance. A thrust would end this fight quickly. It hit Trozes square on the cheek, causing the wounds on his face to open, blood trickling out.

The edge of the axe began to glow flouresent green. It was time to see what the lance could do.

Adrian began by seeing what divinity made up the artifact. It was created by mixing war and storm divinities. Usually that would result in major offensive power. It doesn't seem to have any long range capabilities. Contact is likely required too-

Before he could continue Trozes begun attacking again, this time with a horizontal strike. Once again Adrian stepped back to avoid it when Trozes followed with a punch. Adrian quickly thrust out the lance to meet the punch. Trozes may be stronger but punching a spike was still a bad idea. The lance pierced into his fist, causing blood to spray everywhere. Before Adrian could pull out Trozes grabbed his lance. So that's his plan thought Adrian, hold me in place so he can hit me with his axe which appears to have increased sharpness. Once hit he would likely be gravely injured, where Trozes would then proceed to crippling him. Unfortunately for Trozes, Adrian had his artifact ready.

Lightning burst from the lance. It paralized Trozes, whose axe stalled midair. It wouldn't last long, so Adrian had to work fast. He directly hit all of the wounds on Trozes causing them to reopen. He was aware of everything going on, the only thing he lost was movement. Everytime a wound was opened he got a little angrier. He resolved himself to beat the shit out of Adrian the second he could.

Just before the paralization faded Adrian positioned his lance behind the axe. As Trozes swung Adrian guided its path towards Trozes's leg. It struck true and deep. Adrian thought he heard bones cracking.

"Wonderful! Good show heheh." cheered the instructor. His bloodlust had increased majorly due to the cruelty shown. It got so high that he simply didn't care that Trozes leg was broken.

"Sir, can I bring Trozes to get his leg checked?" asked Scrya who was worrying for his friends health.

"Hmpf." the teacher just grunted in responce, but Scrya took it as an affirmative. He dragged Trozes away to find someone with a healing artifact.

Adrian rejoined the group and everyone looked at him blaming him for excess viciousness, even though the target was Trozes. It wasn't viciousness however. It was merely the means to a result, with only apathy.