One of the teachers came up to Cresaya with a raised eyebrow at her. "You, release your magic earlier or you may hurt your teammates when you are put in a group in two weeks." He said, before moving on down the line of the children.<br/><br/>When one of the characters came up to her with a raised eyebrow, she and her fellow Sorcerers soon turned with worry. While her colleagues thought her delayed spell was rather impressive, albeit with accidental might... The ensuing warning was, at least, surprising, for Cresaya, if nothing else. She could understand where the teacher was coming from, but apparently the spell was different from the other's spells. She didn't understand, but she might have made a mistake when she had painted the etchings onto her talismans when this morning. A mistake she wouldn't have so easily noticed, but it was not something to get pissed about. She could easily fix it up after this exercise.<br/><br/>The other sorcerers, having spotted their apparent guest stroll over on horseback. The student, Micky, if Cresaya were to criticize him, was no apparent friend to the magicians of the academy. Whether it was a case of blades over books or just felt like behaving like what mages would refer to as an untalented savant. It was a total insult meant people coming to into their fields, only to make fools of themselves with their absolute lack of power or even skill in the arcane arts. It was almost comical to some of the students, and to the more experienced mages, like Cresaya and two other sorcerers, it was viewed as a shameless disappointment and something that some mages would sooner show them real magic and truly shame for their pitiable display than even bring themselves to support their antics, initially viewing their shortcomings as to embarrass the mages who have struggled and studied long and extremely hard to better their spells and magic power.<br/><br/>Cresaya thought his Micky's presence was pointless, and one of the sorcerers, a blind young man who goes by Dyrus, personally, did not enjoy Micky's company at all. He never did enjoy him belittling and laughing at his cohorts, or himself. Especially the other magicians. The sorcerers decided to huddle together, to choose another spell to test.<br/>"This black laser spell looks really cool. Let's try this out next."<br/><br/>"What about this one? Hands formed with dark energy! Sounds like a cooler spell." Cresaya pointed out.<br/><br/>"Let's go for it..." Dyrus began. "Everyone in?"<br/><br/>"Dyrus?" Cresaya asked. "This is not a low-grade spell. This could be a crazy one."<br/><br/>"Even so... Can't get our greatest powers without taking some risks."<br/><br/>"True enough. I say we do it."<br/><br/>With minds made up, it was time to continue their training. One of the mages had begun forming a walking dummy made from pieces of wood and held together with a mana skeleton. The remaining four began to pool together their magic power, filling their palms with a violet power. The power glowed in its dark color, enough that they could feel the energy flowing from their bodies. This would surely be a powerful spell. Powerful enough that it was rather tempting to cast their dark spell as the wooden dummy began to smack its backside and make silly poses towards them. And the sorcerer controlling the dummy was having a little more fun than he anticipated.<br/><br/>Feeling their power at a distance, the mage master, thankful that he wasn't their target, waved the school flag to let the sorcerers finally cast their spells. And they did, feeling the strong release of dark energy with darkness emanating from beneath their feet. Coiling and slithering, they began to burrow in and out of the ground for the dummy. The dummy panicked and quite comically ran around, the shadows began to slither faster towards the dummy, splitting itself into four shadows, drawing near more menacingly than as one. The dummy began to run and left hoping to get away, but no matter how or where it tried to run, provided without letting the spell accidentally hitting someone it wasn't intended. The dummy looked around, spotting somebody on a horse with a comical "!" sprouting atop his head. It dashed as the horseback fellow was coming closer. The shadows began exhuming black fog from the ground, beginning to emerge. The mist grew larger and larger, four figures violet lights dash towards the dummy and out of the mist. A large snake, a baleful blade, a skull with six eyes and its jaw wide open, and a large fist soon circled in from above and dove down on the dummy, crushing the poor thing in a medium-sized storm of dark power. The snake hissed and belched out the dummy's head before the dark figures vanished, leaving it to fall to the ground with one single tear falling from its wooden face right the foot of Micky's horse.