<strong>Xullim</strong><br/><br/>Xullim certainly thought he could do better, but it was not yet the time for him to demonstrate that capability. The slow knife cuts deepest. Only when he was without equal in his class would it be time to demonstrate his power and set aside any doubts as to his right to be in the school. The casual manner in which the student was dispatched left him thinking that it was rather a waste. At the very least that boy could have been used for routine or mundane work, enslaved for the service of the school rather than simply killed. It was wasteful. A dead being could only be used with the will of a necromancer, never again of his own volition, and the particular method of this body's destruction would not allow anything short of a true resurrection to bring it to the realm of the living again.<br/><br/>This was not to say he felt pity, anyone dumb enough to attract the attention of his betters without a plan in place to take them out was unwise. That was why Xullim spoke when spoken to and rarely outside that. As class was dismissed, he left the room swiftly while allowing his back at all times to be far from the knives of others. He had to acquire some additional parchment and some special materials in the event another such lesson was upon them. It was always a possibility that he'd have to make a swift exit, and he was never without the means to do so. It was a fool who thought that simply because you were not a traditional spellcaster that you lacked the versatility or mastery of the art that others had. It was simply that you chose to exercise one facet of it, rather than let all avenues be the path to your destruction.