[THIRD PERSON POV]
"It's time for the final exam!" The student announcing the exam shouts excitedly, the girl fidgeting as she continues, "It's one-on-one time now! The rules are simple: knock out your opponent or get them to yield!" Her explanation was quick as she shouted, her eyes glimmering with excitement as she keeps going, "Now, let's move on to our first match up! Mash Burnedead versus Margarette Macaron!"
Meanwhile, Kat stands beside Lance Crown with a small pout on her lips, the girl remaining with arms crossed as she shifts slightly in her spot next to the blue haired boy, the teen giving her a glance before glancing to the other two males from their dorm. "So...what exactly happened?" His question prompts the girl to sigh, Dot responding shakily at the lack of response from the girl, "I think I hurt her feelings."
"You made it sound like I get mad about everything you do! A proper explanation of what occured in the waiting room would've made me understand." She responded quickly after the redheads words, Finn giving her an apologetic glance upon noticing the hurt tone. "You would've only gotten scolded if it's because you fought each other in the room for no reason."
Dot nods slowly at her words, offering her a quick apology for their previous encounter, "You're right...I'm sorry." His voice was filled with sincerity as he spoke, the girl gifting him a brief look before nodding in return, "It's fine...I'm sure you didn't mean any harm anyways." Lance let out a small sigh at their quick resolution, the boy eyeing the girl beside him as she uncrosses her arms and then fidgets with her fingers anxiously upon noticing Mash and Margarette entering the arena.
On the field below, Margarette spoke up first, the third year confident with their words, "I know you've got your heart set on proceeding, but it won't happen." Mash remained quiet at those words, his eyes flickering slightly to the stands and landing on a nervous looking Kat before landing back on his opponent, unaware of what Finn ans Headmaster Wahlberg were thinking as they watched the interaction.
Finn was tense as he let his thoughts wander, worry clear in his gaze as he watched below him, managing to put the resolved conflict on a back burner within his mind as he shifts in his spot, 'If Mash loses...him, Kat and his old man could lose everything...' Wahlberg watches with eyes narrowed at the arena, the young boy beside him fidgeting nervously as Kaldo stands beside him, the Visionary resting a hand on the hilt of his sword, Rayne having left upon returning Gazzy to his spot with the Headmage.
'Even in Easton's storied history, Margarette Macaron's talents are a rarity. This is where it all comes together, Mash Burnedead.' The older gentleman thought as he kept his hands clasped tightly together, his expression remaining neutral as the pair down below continued their exchange, Margarette speaking up once more,
"You have one purpose in life, and that's to provide me with the thrill I seek...Mash Burnedead." Mash crosses his arms at the Prefect's words, the teen quirking a brow upward as he responds bluntly, "That's...a funny joke." Margarette smirks at the response, steadying themselves carefully as the announcer finally speaks up once more,
"Let the match between Mash Burnedead and Margarette Macaron begin!" The words left her lips quickly, Mash pausing suddenly as he pulls out a creampuff from within his robes the boy speaking quickly, "Oh...hold on a sec, I need calories before a workout." Margarette chuckles at the boy before them, the words prompting a wide grin to appear on their face as they speak up as well,
"What a coincidence...might I snack as well?" The question is followed with the Prefect holding a tempura shrimp on a fork, the teen soon rapidly dipping the food into tartar sauce, Mash watching the scene before him with a confused glint within his eyes, "Can you...even taste the shrimp with that much tartar sauce on it?" The question prompts a scoff from Margarette, their voice coming out smoothly as they respond,
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Angel With Broken Wings
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