[@Eklispe]
[hider=Sol the Windblade's Exam]
The Man grunted and raised his hand. Sol's blade cut right through it, its tip flowing with blood. Clenching the blade in his hand, the Man's ironclad grip prevent it from sliding out. While he did so, adjusted the grip of his axe, holding it closer to the head.

"Just to prove that you can hurt me," he said neutrally, before bringing it down on Sol's shoulders with all the speed of booming thunder.
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[@The ghost in black]

Meruin snorted inelegantly as she floundered about, startled by the sudden attempts to wake her. "Whu - buh - huh?" she babbled, looking around her. "Huh . . . so the exam's over. A pity."

Sighing with a disappointed air, she took stock of the room around her. It was rather nice, really. She assumed they would be brought to the entrance of the school itself, but judging from the fact that her luggage was just laying in the corner over there, it seemed that they had opted to deliver her straight to her dormitory room. The bed was also fluffy, she noticed.

Thinking back on her previous battle, Meruin shivered a little, suddenly eager to do it again . . . but no, not right now; her body felt like lead. There was no way she would be able to enjoy 'battle' so-called if this was the state she was in. It would also be rude to her opponent; if battle needed two or more people to commence, such that it was impossible to achieve alone, then the logic followed that it was a social construct that required that all participants be reciprocal of each others strength and ability, if they were to enjoy it.

At least, that was her current hypothesis on why she had found it so [i]suprisingly[/i] enjoyable.

Then she noticed she wasn't alone.

". . . Excuse me, but this is my room. You're currently trespassing, so unless you have business with me, please vacate the premises," said Meruin to the only other occupant in the room. She had no idea how she got here, but she would honestly like to rest without having to be wary of intruders. [hr]
[@Dash375] & [@floodtalon]

As the glass shattered, the bartender snapped her fingers. Slowly, as if a video moving played in reverse, the glass righted itself on top of the table. Picking it up, she deposited the now clean glass back in its casing. 

[color=a36209]"No problem, no problem,"[/color] she said airily. [color=a36209]"Broken glasses happen all the time here, what with the bar fights. I'd say you'd still have to pay for it though, but seeing as the money Mr. Chen gave out still covers it, you're safe for now; speaking of which, I think he's talking to you."[/color]

She gave Chen a wink. [color=a36209]"Don't mind it so, she's pretty engrossed in the battle; can't win all the women's favor with a charming smile and wads of cash, after all. Sometimes they just like strong men,"[/color] said the bartender in a purely joking manner.