"Here's your team's quarters, you'll be training under prof. Whisky tomorrow!" The maid said. Prof Whisky turned out to be Maddie's father, and this time he got his hands on a wyvern! "You'll fight this and then fashion your armor with its scales, any questions?" This time I popped in a headphone and played building steam, by Ather, and he released it, Cole and I charged the beast, hardening our skin, whilst Thompson and Maddie supported us from the rear. I threw a right hook, landing in its eye, I ripped off a chunk and had a mid fight snack, it's speed, flames, and claws now under my control, I ripped its heart out before it could attack. Quickly Whisky brought out machines to assist us in making our gear, I made a spear and knife from its talons and bones, Cole made a sword from its wing bone, same with Thompson. Maddie didn't make any weapons, she said she couldn't use one anyways as for armor Cole and I had our ability, and Thompson made a vest, mostly to look cool. Afterwards, we went to Dragon Alley Diner, and I decided to take on the raw dragon challenge "you sure boy, most men can't handle the heat!" The waitress said "I'm sure ma'am." I assured myself more than anyone. A whopping six pounds of genuine raw dragon meat was thrown in front of me, and I ate it it about a minute, and five years later I still held the record! We left 100$ less poor from side bets my friends made and prepared for our first hunt, most trainees aren't yet allowed to fight a wyvern so we were ahead of the game when we went mutant hunting, now not all mutants are our enemies, but we're hunt those who are to ensure our survival. "You've read about it before don't kill them if they surrender, and don't do anything brash" Whisky said, bored of the situation "I trust you won't need my help, ADIOS!" And he up and left on that note.