The support divisions would know the true terror, although they would soon follow to the other side of hell, who had the courage and kindness, so to speak, to help them train.
Ross's anger was directed at whoever attacked Leen and at those who dared stand in his way.
When he was about to whip Terrence, Leen got in the way to stop him.
[-Stop! Did you lose your mind? Now you look like a damn deranged]
[-That badger shit deserves to be spanked. Nobody touches my wife and gets away with it. Get away I'm going to send him to meet his ancestors]
[Not. Not until you look at what you left behind because of your stupidity]
Ross reluctantly turns in the direction where he was pointing to Leen's sight and realized that the entire amphitheater was staring at him in terror. The silence was eerie to the point that he began to see reason. He made a mistake out of deep fear that something would happen to Leen.
[You see it. You are a jerk when you get mad. Now how do you plan to fix this?]
Staring around, he made a decision and consulted Leen before speaking. He reached out his hand to help Terrence, who was running away as he crawled up the stairs.
- I understand that sometimes I can go out of my boxes. Excuse my behavior.- Ross helped Terrence and continued
-I don't want this inconvenience to be taken personal, therefore, I hope I can become someone more competent as a leader one day ... with that said, I ask that we start again-
Returning to normal, everyone takes a seat and avoids angering the couple. Sylph as she did not go to the amphitheater of the fairies godmothers, she chose to attend the one of the supporting fairies.
She took the stage and helped with the reunion. The problem remained the same: how to defend themselves if they did not know how or with what.
The intense complaint return. The files Sylph downloaded showed that no one used magic weapons since the battle with the devourers more than a thousand years ago and although the tradition of continuing to create them was preserved, their painful end would come 3 centuries ago, where the Senate of Polaris, were removed from circulation and prohibited from manufacturing weapons to stop wasting time and money on something whose use became useless.
All the weapons and files of how they worked were kept in the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford. But a descendant of the first gunsmiths and last manufacturer asked to take them, after winning the trial to obtain them and being a griffin, he had diplomatic immunity. No one fought or protested about it, as it seemed like a trifle, so the withdrawal process went smoothly. That was 280 years ago and since then no one has been able to locate the last manufacturer.
In conclusion, whatever the triads are creating might not be of use if the worst-case scenario imaginable occurs. That overwhelmed them.
To finish muddying the situation, the triads announced two hours ago that only the fairy godmothers would have access to the practices and exhibition of new weapons. Seeing the information on the screen, Ross assumed it was a joke, he knew that conventional weapons were no match for man-eating creatures and he covered his face in discomfort.
Leen listened to the complaint and reasons that Ross screamed in her head. Ultimately, they had to take care of the stupidity and incompetence of their superiors and suppliers.
- I know that any villager would have more common sense- Ross just gave up on everything.
Leen came over and proposed the final salvage plan.
-As we will be the only ones without new accessories, the best option is for Ross to train you. He will teach you how to create your own weapons. What do you think everyone? -
They got an amazing and hopeful response. They explained that it could be done if and only if they were willing to suffer a season. And as if they had not heard the last, they accepted without thinking.
Joseph and Olga called the triad to rent a training arena and obviously with a demand for places, in Soleil they obtained the area of little Siberia. They agreed to arrive at 9am on Saturday and Sunday to start the torture. In the meantime they could enjoy their last day of freedom.
Pryor looked confused at the support groups. Everyone left with a smile and calmer than when they entered. Something was wrong and when a group shouted that they were going to celebrate in a bar, they thought that was a rather peculiar way to panic. She skipped playing the game and retired to her office to rest.
Sitting on the bed, Leen was forming mist and luminous orbs in the dark room. Ross spent the last two days teaching her how to control her mana. She was quick to learn and that made them happy. For every achievement, Ross hugged or kissed her as a reward. They enjoyed their last quiet night, since from tomorrow they would be exhausted.
The day came and everyone showed up. The arena was similar to a hockey field and in the middle were its bosses and a mobile table with various objects. Ross gave them the task of looking for a weapon that suits them to bring up their shape when creating.
Since he was bad at teaching theory when he was obliged, Leen took the lead in being a teacher. It took all of them several hours to even form an orb, but by the time they did, they celebrated. They only had to practice giving it the desired shape.
When everyone left it was after 8 pm. Only their friends remained. Bradley, who was also awake these last few days to shape his mana, today would begin his official training. His desire to wield a sword caused him to create a katana.
-You have no idea how to use it but you created it even though I told you to look for something more appropriate to you to begin with. There you for not listening to me-
Brad wore protectors and was wearing a helmet. The others were in the stands watching and eating as if it were a show. Arthur brought a camera stand from him to record the torture.
-You will need a rival according to your level. So after thinking about it, I decided that you should face the bandersnatch as punishment. You better start moving so it doesn't eat you hehehe-
Then Ross grabbed his pocket watch and double-pressed the button to open it. He pulled away from Brad and a long-necked monochrome furry creature with wings, claws, and sharp teeth emerged from a blue haze. Ross stroked the beast and whispered an order into its ear from him.
Sylph, Sonia and Rocket got up scared. They were witnessing something unheard of. The bandersnatch was known to be a mythological beast used in stories to scare children, but now they were seeing it. Ross carried such an animal as if it were a pet and they ended up coming up with more unfortunate theories about it.
-It must be a joke. That thing is real! -
- So real it'll eat you up. You better run, because the frumious bandersnatch will catch you! LOL-
-Damn crazy! -
Brad ran and sent several slashes in the direction of the fast-moving beast, accomplishing nothing. It was clear that he made a mistake in choosing a sword.
-Imagine, If I had freed the jabberwocky, or something worse hahaha- Ross laughed at the misfortune of others as he hugged Leen and ate a hamburger.
Bandersnatch is a creature from the Lewis-Carroll universe. It appears in the nonsensical poem "Jabberwocky" included in "Through the Looking Glass" in a verse in which the narrator urges his son to dodge "the frumious Bandersnatch", describing him as smoky and angry. Also in "The Hunt for the Snark" where the Banker goes ahead and finds one.