The Hybrid Camp **Based Off 'Camp Asino' By Jabbywocky_Slaya** (Seto FF)

Chapter Nine

Seto blocked a punch while simultaneously being hit in the back with a wither skull; he and Tyron had been fighting for awhile and he was starting to get tired. He ducked before another hit in the face whilst chanting a spell, crashing down several strokes of lightening, all hitting Tyron directly.

Tyron groaned. This- after two full hours- was the first response from any of his attacks he had gotten. Seto smiled, he was finally getting used to fighting again- he hadn't so much as layer a finger on another person (with harmful intent) for just over one sorcerer year.

The two continued to spar until Seto passed out from exhaustion. "If I wasn't a hybrid then you would've won easily.... you're better than you look." Tyron picked him up and put him back into his bed.

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Seto's eyes flickered open.
"Hey? Helloooooo? Seto? Set?"
"Don't call me Set." Jerome was hit in the face with Seto's diary.
"That was mean!"
"Geh, so what?"
Jerome threw the book back, completely unsuspecting.
"Dunt throw steurff." Brice gurgled from under his blankets.
"Wait. Why did you wake me up!?" Seto groaned (everyone else exept Jerome was still in bed, and with his lack of sleep from last nights' happenings he was in an even worse mood.)