The Summoner's Mark (First Draft) (Book One)

Hatred; not only a Human Trait

Sin should have known that something like this was bound to happen and considering that there was an uneven number of students within the class, he knew that Sten would use this as an excuse as to why he was having Sin fight twice within the dueling ring. From his previous moments fighting inside the ring; Sin was feeling the exhaustion of the battle start to take hold within his body which also allowed the pain from the blow that had been inflicted upon him to start vibrating throughout his legs.

Although Sin wished to argue with the older male and try to get him to allow him some time to recover from the battle; he knew that no amount of speaking on his part would convince Sten to allow such a thing.

Even with Sin deciding that it would be best to allow what Sten wished for to happen; he wasn't the only one who was upset about their instructors display of intolerance. "This isn't right Mr. Cusha! He has just gotten through one round and if you are going to make him fight again then you should allow him to rest!" the voices of both Castien and Lucius cried out and from their attempt to protect him; Sin felt a wetness appear within his eyes for the second time since this class had started.

It became clear from the fury that was boring holes into the bodies of the two males that had jumped into protect Sin that Sten was not very welcoming of the words that they had just spoken nor their attempt at defending the being that he viewed as less than sand that he was standing on.

"If either one of you are willing to volunteer to take this mongrel's place than you are more than welcome to..." Sten growled out as he started moving towards the pair of students who thought that it was wise to go against what he wished for and as his body was moving in a way that reminded Sin of a feline stalking its prey; his voice rang out once more. "...but if neither of you are willing to stand inside that dueling ring and fight for two rounds straight than I would recommend keeping yourself quiet unless you wish to end up on my list of students that I have failed."

The moment that Sten had mentioned failing them; both Castien and Lucius looked as if they regretted their attempt at helping Sin and though he could understand their fear at being failed, he still felt as if a dagger had just been twisted into his heart. "Its okay Sin, its okay. You are used to standing on your own anyway..." Sin told himself as he forced his body into position that exuded a confidence that he didn't feel.

From the expression that was plastered across Sten's face; Sin could see that he was devilishly pleased that he was able to cowl the two boys before they were able to get the other students to back their wishes. Now that he didn't have to worry about neither Castien nor Lucius getting in the way of his plans to torment Sin; Sten turned back to face the boy that he was forcing to fight once more.

"Would Bolar vas Korgak please step into the ring?" Sten called out as he continued to stare at the male that he was forced to teach and as such decided that making his life unbearable would be a better use of his time.

Fed up with seeing Sten's expression; Sin turned to look upon the line of students too see which one had stepped out to face him. From the name that Sin heard; he could assume that the being that was called into the ring was an orc since it sounded much like the names that the elders who fought in the war spoke of. This assumption was one that was soon proven correct and though the being that Sin saw wasn't the largest orc that resides within the world of Everia; Sin knew that orcs continued to grow until they reached the age of twenty which would eventually cause this female being to reach quite a towering height.

Currently, Sin was unable to tell what was going through her mind upon witnessing Sin be forced to face her directly after facing another though this was something that he was unaware that he would learn.