‘So, my clone takes the form of the spell, just like when I impersonated that Harajin. Basilisks were notoriously difficult to kill, boasting both incredible defenses and endurance. “I take it the two of you are going to the royal ball?” Noah asked Cyrilo, sitting on the nearby table in her cat form. This will be live combat, hand-to-hand and magic only, and runners must only fight when they are cornered. It took more than gentle shooing to get them to leave, and some refused to give up without a fight. Enjoy your well-earned time in the sun.” He didn’t bother waiting for Lupin to join him and emptied his cup in one big gulp. Good thing he was in the city. At least, depending on which of them caught it. In the distance, he heard two of the other runners get caught, to the cheering of their classmates. The following “Saturday”, he left the academy and returned to the slums.
