Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170730032656

There weren't many members of the rally left standing. Some of them had already decided to throw in the towel and run from the quarry as fast as their legs could carry, probably to tell the people of the "evil heroes" that had beaten them up for no reason. Some of those who had recovered stumbled away from their unconscious comrades, eager to just get home and get better. Even the straggler caused by Tanis' infection had turned back, now wishing for home and comfort.

With the combined forces of Vin, Taera, Helaena, Gabryel, Arona, Tanis, Drac, Jerus, Ylva, Diadros, Bethany, Aravus, Preacher and Gait, the majority of the Mankind's Finest rally lied in groaning troves with aching bodies.

It would appear that the students had been triumphant.

"Not bad", Preacher said, stepping on the Argonian he had knocked out first. "I'd say that this was a far more better training than what I had in mind for you all originally. But mind you that these people were nothing but simpletons. Hatred for our kind fills their head more than any sign of intelligence. Armed as they might've been, these people are nothing in compared to the real danger you will face once your training is completed."

He looked around at each and everyone of them. "However, there are some of you I'd like to have a word with concerning your... way of approaching your enemy. Arona, we need to work on how to best use your power; fire spreads easily and unless controlled properly can very much become a cause of casualty. Tanis, when using your power you need to make sure you aren't inflicting anything too excessive on them. Coughing up blood caused by disease is rarely a sign of well-being. Bethany, I know you are fighting your inner urges, but you can't feed upon people like that. Not only for their sake, but for your own. You pause for one brief moment to have a drink, you leave yourself exposed to another attack. And finally, Ylva..."

He glanced upon her fur-covered arm with a mix of confusion and amusement. "You may be a hero, but you are also still a werewolf. Any bite or scratch caused by you would result in your infection being carried over to another whose life could very well be ruined. We don't want that."

Ylva didn't like the idea of her heritage being considered as a disease. "Hey, I told him what he needed for the treatment", she objected surly. "Not my fault if the man forgets."

"Still. In your case; fists and blunt force only. No teeth or claws, unless fighting against other beasts not affected by your condition." He turned to the remainder of the class. "As for the rest of you; well done. In fact, very well done. This was your first taste of battle and I couldn't have been more impressed by the outcome."

He shrugged. "Tell you what, let's consider this as today's training and let's just enjoy ourselves to some time on our own. Those of you who still want some exercise are of course free to come to me and I will pair you up with someone for sparring. If not, then feel free to explore around for a bit, sit down and have a nice chat with some of your friends. Just be sure not to stray too far. These goons might still be around somewhere hiding."