Tetramis struck the wooden pegs, weaving, striking it with hollow smacks in the unlit training hall. She heard sounds of celebration in the distance. How long has it been already? She squinted at the timepiece at the far end of the hall, she had been here for past two hours already, methodically striking the wooden figure. She cleaned the pegs with a clean towel and left to shower and change back into her normal outfit. No way was she going to attend the celebrations in a tee-shirt and track pants.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Tetramis watched Angela and Stella circle each other whilst paying attention to the serpentile. One false move... in her black attire, she was hardly noticed as she stood out of the pools of light. Students blinked before realizing that she was not a figment of their imagination. She was only here to make sure the Feral does not go on a rampage, not to celebrate. She watched as fireballs scattered and made the shadows dance.<span style="font-style: italic">Fire... Xoltchi.</span>