text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  You stand in the bleachers among the few remaining students, watching the teachers assemble in the center of the hall where you once unloaded rubber into Savian Monroe, except where once was open ground, now there's a circle in the center of the hall, with large walls, put up to either side of there the people would stand to act as a building, with the insides furnished. The open roof allows you to gaze inside at the fight, where you see weapons hidden throughout, to add an urban feel to the fight.
  
  "Good evening, students. What we are going to do today for our final exam is simple. We are going to do something similar to your first exam. Some of you have formed groups, and you will face a group of identical sizes. Others will fight solo. The rules are the same as last time. This is the end of your long, and hopefully enlightening time at Prometheus Academy. You could end the day with a prosperous future or with all memories of here gone, so fight well. Best of luck."
  
  With that, Mr DeVont leads the teachers to the bleachers, leaving only the Doctor to stand at the sidelines. The first few names are called, as two monstrous Supers face off. The battle is fast and brutal. You sit there, watching as two gargantuan brutes charge at each other, one covered in scales with a forked tongue and the second covered in tumor-like lumps made of bone. Scales rams into Bony, attempting to bite into his flesh, but only actually succeeding in biting bone. Bony rams a fist into Scales' throat, and he flops to the floor. You feel a sense of Déjà vu as you watch the Doctor walk forward, jamming a needle into Scales' soft throat, before requesting two guards to help him drag the beast off.
  
  There's a few other short battles, where students have short, fierce battles that end quickly enough when a simple, small mistake is quickly capitalized on, ending the battle. Few even venture into the "buildings" to get weapons. Finally, they get to some people of relevance to you.
  
  "Seamus O'Riley, Shada Melik, Luc Petit, step down to the stage. Lawrence Bender, Sally Menke, Andrezej Sekula, same for you," Mr DeVont shouts.
  
  "Best of luck, guys," you say, watching as they descend into the arena.
  
  Your friends stand in their positions, ready and waiting. The other team are all fairly bulky, and look ready to kill. The bell rings, and it begins. The enemy team charges forward, fists bared. Seamus and Shada instantly turn and run towards the building to search for weapons, as Luc raises his fists defensively. Luc grabs one of them by the neck and flings him to the ground. He slams his fist into the second, before he's tackled to the ground. Several vicious hits land on Luc as he yelps. Shada emerges from the building, carrying a pair of electro-swords and charging back. The three go for her, but she throws an electro-sword to Luc, who slowly stands, while Shada swings her electro-sword, slamming into the first. She sidesteps a swing from the second, punching him in the head as she jabs him between the ribs, stunning him as she collapses to the ground with a shudder. The first and second both slam their fists into Shada's head and knock her to the floor, but by now Seamus has emerged from the house with an assault rifle in his hands, his specialty. He aims, and begins firing. The first of the enemies collapses to the ground as rubber bullets slam into his head, as Luc stumbles towards the second, whacking his weapon across the back of the second's legs and sending him tumbling to the ground. The third is hit by a burst of rubber to the chest, and stumbles backwards, before Shada sweeps her legs away, groaning as she slams into the hard floor. The three are left on the floor, groaning, and none of them are willing to stand up again, clearly defeated. The Doctor strides forward, sending them all to sleep with his needle, as your friends head back up to you, grinning.
  
  "Well that went well," Seamus says.
  
  "Why was I the distraction?" Luc complains, rubbing the swelling lump on his head.
  
  "You're French, obviously," Seamus says, as Luc gently punches him.
  
  "Mia Min-Taylor vs Thara Richtofen," Mr DeVont shouts.
  
  "Fuck," you mutter.
  
  Thara Richtofen. The German has a reputation for leaving her combatants... less raw then previously. Flames dance around her fists as she descends to the arena. She has a reputation for being cruel and sadistic. Hopefully, rumors is all they are.
  
  "Best of luck, Mia," Luc says.
  
  "Best of luck," Shada repeats.
  
  "Go for her balls. It's her weak spot," Seamus says.
  
  "She's a girl," you point out, trying to hide your nervousness.
  
  "She's a German girl. They're packing more than I am."
  
  "Not hard," Shada giggles, before adapting a stern face. "Best of luck."
  
  You smile at your friends, walking down the bleachers and into the arena. You stare at Richtofen, your fists raised.
  
  The bell rings.
  
  > try to grab a weapon
  You turn, sprinting towards the buildings. Fire balls fly over your head, burning your skin slightly. You continue running, as fireballs slam into the ground next to you. She's right on your tail, but you quickly manage to slip inside the building. You run along the hallway of the "building" set, Thara on your tails as your neck practically sizzles from the heat. You see a plain wooden baton lying across a bolted down table. You could grab it, but batons aren't your specialty. You could keep searching, or attempt to fend Thara off with that.
  
  > keep searching
  You keep running, spotting a pair of pistols hanging from holsters on the wall. You stop and grab it, but Thara tackles you first. Her arms wrap around your chest, as they burst into flames, burning into your flesh and searing your skin. You scream, as your clothes set alight as you scream in pain. You let out a pained scream, collapsing backwards. The flames continue to burn you Mercifully, your brain is turned to ash soon, ending your pain.