The figure that the sweet scent was attached to finally showed itself. Shirley had used her obsidian like claws to dig into the ceiling creating an anchor point to hold her weight. With this she was able to get a clear view of her target as he slowly crept towards her. Once they have passed, she removes he claws falling to ground silently. She reaches out her hand to grab them, her heart beginning to thump.
Boom!
The figure turns around at a speed she can't react to, a heavy strike to her stomach sends her into the wall.
She quickly recovers but the man is quick to continue the attack, leading to an exchange of blows.
With the surprise strike going far from planned, panic begins to set in. She reaches out her hand and grabs their neck, the firm grip means her claws dig in drawing some blood. The smell of blood drives her crazy. As she tries to control a sharp blow to her left side ruins her plan. Feeling the crack of her ribs her grip weakens.
Resorting to her magic she sends power to her fingers creating a pulse that erupts forth pushing the figure to the floor with a huge force. As the figure remains still on the floor she strides forward to take prize. Her body looking as if she had been standing beside a fire giving of a slight glow and a wave of heat. Licking her lips she goes to touch their clothes.
Just before she can touch them though, the figure disappears. 'Where did they go'. Without being able to properly process it she is blasted out the hall into the courtyard. The figure, whose kick sent her flying quick catches the grounded Shirley. Getting on top of her, the large hands grip her neck. Struggling she uses the claws on her right hand to slice open their face. Reeling back a bit, Shirley tries to use this opportunity to get up. Before she can though their fist is brought down like a hammer.
With the strike, she becomes dazed, her resistance seeming futile. She hadn't experienced being so powerless since she was a junior. The blood running into her eyes she wills all her strength to try and push off the man. Her efforts were in vain, as the hand wraps round her neck. The life slowly leaves her unable to get oxygen to her lungs. She eventually goes limp.
After some time, Shirley wakes again. Her part beastman blood meant that small wounds healed quickly. 'The fact that my nose has healed almost completely means I was out for no more than an hour', she groans as the rest of her body aches. Even with her healing capabilities her cracked ribs would take a long time.
'Wait nearly an hour, that was when I was supposed to be at the practical'. In a fright Shirley stands up, the injuries from before making her yelp. Trying her best to run she heads towards the basement.
With haggard breath she walks into the basement, trying her best to cover her injuries. If the others thought she wasn't in her best shape the would likely attack her.
"Your late". Looking at the clock reading 2:05, her tail droops. Probably the worst person to notice had just found out. She turns to the speaker, Abigail, the queen of class two. Her being part vampire granted her a wide range of abilities allowing her to have no threats among her class.
"I wonder whether Sir Henry will cut of your head straight away or maybe he will torture you first" Abigail sneers enjoying herself.
Her hearts sinks as Henry approaches, the words Abigail spoke of had some truth to them. The last person who disobeyed like she had just done ended up cut into pieces and displayed. The darkness in his eyes makes her release a small amount of golden liquid that slowly drips down her legs.
"Where is class three no.10?" his normal calmness was nowhere to be seen and was instead replaced with cold hostility.
"I, I, I don't know" unsure of who they were referring to Shirley stutters unable to correctly answer.
Her answer doesn't alleviate the man's concerns as he turns round and calls out for some of the supervisors "Heidi, Jennifer and Allan, you three, go get rid of her". Seeing the three figures leave suddenly he returns his attention to Shirley "And you, we will talk later". Henry heavily emphasises the 'talk' part.
Shirley's ears droop from the comment. As most of the teachers were currently pre-occupied with the current mess, the training exercise was more simple that night. The remaining class members were tasked with fighting two S-ranked chimeras. As Shirley was injured she tried her best to hide her condition, doing the minimum to hide her current state, but as the battle drew on her focused waned. She could only think of what her punishment would be and whether she would be able to see tomorrow.
Shortly after dawn Leon's sleep is interrupted.
"We need to leave, get up". Albert wasting no times throws a pillow at Leon.
"Ahhh" Leon can't help but groan, his body feeling numb and lethargic