Happy to see more volunteers than in the morning class, the professor nodded. “Do not worry, everyone will get a chance to prove themselves, even if not today. Whether they like it or not.” he said, giving a glance to the few that seemed downright opposed to the idea of raising a hand.

Looking at the volunteers, he noticed that among the first were the members of team Bastion. He remembered their story from the faculty meeting and realized full well they would want to prove themselves. Very well, if the headmaster believed they deserved the chance, he would be all too happy to see what was in this year’s crop of adventurous blokes.

“Mister Lloyd, why don’t you show us how it’s done?” he said, waving his arm in the boy’s direction. “And do not worry, we have time for more matches today and there are plenty grimm where this one came from. In the meantime, I want the rest of you to observe. Identify the creature. Find it in your books and as the fight progresses, compare the weaknesses of the cub to those of the adult.” the professor instructed as he waited for Ben to get ready. When it was time, his rifle-axe struck the lock and released the monster.

It was angry. They caught it. They kept it in an agonizing hunger. They were going to pay. It would feast on their blood today. There was a source of anxiety right in front of it that drawn it like a magical lure. Someone who wasn’t sure they belonged. Well, the wendigo would gladly relieve the human of his peril. Snarling, the creature charged at the boy.