The room around Tyr's class began to distort and disappear altogether. Tyr himself seemingly disappeared just as a group of soldiers dressed in armor covered in stretched cloaks much like Carnassus's began running across. A group of humans caught them and a massive battle ensued. Blood flowed, mangled bodies were thrown from the huddle, cries of pain went out. The battle circled close to where the class found themselves in a field without seats or desks anywhere. The people passed through them without even noticing, but still Carnassus was uneasy, he backed up into the rest of the group. Overhead, dots appeared on the horizon and hurtled towards the field, a third side to the fighting, at the time, they were allied with the humans. Dragons arrived and set fire to the lycan's flank before they were brought down by hooks and arrows. Tyr walked out from amongst the group of students gawking at the scene.<br/><br/>"This battle is actually a minor skirmish. As you can see, there are only maybe two hundred lycans and five hundred humans and allied dragons," he said. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is history. This is how things have changed. Believe me, as much as people like to say it was witchcraft and voodoo, also known as politics and philosophy, religion and reason, this bloody mess is what really changes the world. So I'll say it again, welcome to first year history."