Baulder wiped the sweet from his brow as he finally said "And that... is all John. I'll see you again soon." The imp whimpered as he brought the kukari down and embedded it into the it's head. There was a little bit of splatter of the imp's warm blood on his face before he ceased to exist in this world. Baulder fell to the ground exhausted and grinning. After he was finally brought back to the infirmary by Annabeth several days ago there had been a golem which kept him there for the next day so that he was unable to hurt himself again. After he was finally allowed to leave he was able to attend a couple of the classes he had been given. He had been mostly given reading material by Tyrael as he seemed to be much more interested in forging weapons for the upcoming feast then teaching him. Not wanting to go against the demon he had been quite studious in his reading. He had finished one of the several books assigned to him but it was mostly about "respecting your summon". He managed to pick up out of the book how to will the demon into existence and more interestingly to Baulder how to control it.

He figured out rather quickly that it had no reason to really obey him other than through sheer threat of banishment. The book had suggested naming the demon and it gave several examples of names. Being not terribly imaginative he combined two of the names. He had decided to call the imp John Cena. Most of the examples in the book were single names to call it by but he thought it weird that most people he had met at the college had two names, so he gave the imp something to make him seem like the people he had met. The demon teacher had mentioned something about training his imp to do things. He had mostly been trying to get it to not run away from him. This had the added benifit of allowing him to practice with the weapons Tyrael had given him as reward for bringing back the lobsters. Baulder for the life of him could not figure out how to use both at the same time and had taken up just chopping up the demon every time is ran away. 

However, all the summoning he was doing would eventually force him to take breaks as he ran out of mage blood. That was atleast explained to him what was happening when he would pass out in the courtyard. He got a little better at pacing himself and ended up practicing with his blade on a tree. Though he was yelled at by some of the herbamancers when he would cut deep gashes into the tree so he eventually had to stop. The previous day one of the guards had taught him how to train without an actual thing to hit. While the concept was beyond strange to him at first he eventually took to swinging his blade in different ways at nothing. He was finally getting a feel for the weapon and how it swung. He had tried using both blades at once on the imp but the only real way he could figure out how to use it was by crossing the blades with the sharp ends facing each other and sliding them across each other in opposite directions. It made cutting off the imp's head fun but he was still doing better just using the one blade to cut up the imp. 

Baulder also picked up a basic knowledge of the college's layout when he spent a day following around a golem asking it to take him places. He figured this would be a good thing to know if he was going to be staying here. The more he learned the better off he was he figured. Though Baulder was still confused by the feast. He couldn't figure out why a bunch of people would come here that didn't have magic just to talk. It more than likely didn't help that no one had bothered to explain anything to him other than "It's happening". Frustrated he had turned back to killing his imp repeatedly. He gained an intense satisfaction everytime he found a new way to kill John. It for the most part had stopped fighting him when summoned it as it knew how that would end for it. Even though Baulder was weaker compared to some of the other people at the college he was still stronger than the imp and had earlier been trying to wrestle it to the ground. In his mind this had gone well, though some of the people that passed by him while he did this had made odd noises at him while he did it. He wasn't sure why they seemed to make such nasely noises at him but he thought nothing of it.

Licking the blood from his dry lips and putting his blade back into a stiff knew holster on his side that Tyrael had also given to him. He took his hand to his face and tried to wipe the blood off but didn't do so to great effect as it mostly smeared the demon blood on him. Giving out a noise of satisfaction he turned to go back to the room he had been given when a golem stopped him and spoke.[color=6ecff6]"Find Khan and make sure he's taking his medicine."[/color] Baulder laughed immediately to the point of crying when he heard the high pitch voice come from the large rock monster. He managed to choke out a [color=39b54a]"Can be done!"[/color] before the golem wandered off to wherever it had come from. Not having anything else to do he headed off to find Khan. After taking his time to laugh at the people setting up for the people setting up for the feast and the arriving outsiders Baulder eventually found his way to Khan's room. Well he atleast thought it was his room. He tried to push the door open but quickly found out that it wouldn't budge. Not knowing what else to do he banged on the door and began yelling [color=39b54a]"Hey! Are you taking your medicine in there? Is this the right place? Does a Khan live here?[/color]