Mason would've prolonged the fight, but he didn't, rather let Dyana walk out. This was for two reasons. He'd already beat the crap out of a girl today, and he didn't want to finish the job a second time. The second reason was that Dyana, Sky, and the other recruits thought his arm was broken - he couldn't reveal that it wasn't without giving away his anomaly. When Dyana had gone to break his arm, she'd heard a sound and presumed that sound to be his arm breaking and warranting his cry of pain. Mason's arm didn't break, but rather the sharp sound was his shoulder being torn from it's socket. He had a high pain tolerance, but that would put anyone in pretty bad shape for a moment. 

Being an anomalous with superstrength, he found that it took far more than any normal person to break his bones. Being able to lift 3 tons also meant having the skeleton to withstand such pressure. The force of Dyana's move, which still hurt like crap, had dislocated his shoulder instead of fracturing his arm. Instead, he'd faked the broken arm and left the room, not bothering to watch the final fight. He found a vacant corridor, and checked a second to make sure no one was around to watch him. When he was assured he was alone, he grabbed his bicep, lifted his arm upward, and forced the bone back into socket. The movement of his bones forced a cry of pain from his lips, but he suppressed it as best he could. 

By the end of the day, the soreness in his shoulder was gone, and he sat in his room after devouring about three plates of food at dinner. He stared at his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed and pondered the day's events. He had decided he strongly disliked all of the instructors. That didn't surprise him. He'd never liked members of the guard in Till. There had been a very select few that he could tolerate, but he normally despised the sight of them.He found it rather ironic that his situation had turned out like this. 

Mason got up and grabbed the cold pack given to him by the infirmary staff. They would only give hive enough to reduce swell, and he was expected to heal on his own. Mason had no problem with that. He made his way to the door, opening it. While he held the pack to his arm like he would if he were actually hurt, he began wandering the halls. He passed the doors of the swimming pool and glanced to see a couple recruits in there, flirting away. He shook his head slightly. He found it slightly ridiculous that the instructors allowed them this kind of leisure. They were training to hunt down and possibly kill dangerous humans. It felt more like a crappy teen drama. Something told Mason that this atmosphere wouldn't be around for much longer. Something told him that soon, the real training would start...

Presently, he spotted Estella's door down the hallway. His eyes lingered for a moment, then he kept walking. His mind drifted back to the fighting class, and then to Estella recieving a black eye from Paige. He glanced briefly at his cold-pack. He sighed to himself, turned around, and marched back to Estella's door. He gave three pounds on it, and waited for her.

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