Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done.

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Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.