The students were silent, absorbing the lesson. Miss Joanne's eyes softened slightly as she looked at them.
"Now, who would like to try holding a practice beast weapon, and see for themselves the challenges involved?"
A few brave hands went up, and Miss Joanne nodded approvingly.
"Very well. Let's begin the practical session." Miss Joanne smiled cruelly.
Bam!
The doors swung open, and Bruce entered with a commanding presence. His tall, imposing figure was followed by a team of assistants who carefully wheeled in a large, podium-like machine. At its center, suspended in mid-air by a complex array of technology, floated a jagged black sword. Its sinister blade gleamed menacingly, and at the hilt was a single, unblinking beast eye that seemed to follow every movement in the room.
The students fell silent, their eyes locked on the floating sword. Bruce approached the podium, his voice calm and slightly amused as he spoke.
