[@Eklispe]
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"Hm, you've lasted two hits now; that's usually enough to kill first-time students. You've done suitably well, but I wonder if you can last a third hit?"

The Man was musing with his gigantic axe resting head-first on the ground. Chuckling to himself, he hefted the large axe and positioned it to his side, ready to swing. He placed a leg forward and leaned slightly, gripping the handle of the axe, and locking eyes with Sol, ready as he was to finish this.

Before he charged, the Man gave him a small, childish grin. "Just so you know, you had already passed your exam when Mr. Altaaya fainted earlier; everything after that was simply me satisfying our mutual battle-lust."

[i]Then[/i] he charged, taking most of the ground with him as he kicked it up in a sudden, powerful pounce. Now once again behind Sol, this time his axe was actually [i]in front[/i] of him, rotating rapidly. The Man had thrown the axe at Sol, right before moving behind him in an explosive burst of speed. His fist curled downwards in a sharp uppercut, aiming to pound his spine into dust.
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[@floodtalon] & [@Dash375]
[color=a36209]"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure there are as well, but it's findin' 'em that's the kicker,"[/color] commented the bartender. Finished cleaning the glasses, the bartender took a seat on high stool, propping her legs on an ice box and listening intently on everyone's conversations, while at the same time keeping an eye on the monitors. She tilted her head slightly as Sandra had her little outburst, and gave Sandra a truly [i]shit-eating[/i] grin.

[color=a36209]"Aw, well, [i]sure[/i], if you say so, I'll believe ya,"[/color] drawled the bartender, in a sarcastic, smug way that made it plain that she did [i]not[/i] believe her.[color=a36209] "I mean, it's totally normal for your face ta be all red like that when you're not interested, yep!"[/color]
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[@The ghost in black]
Meruin shook the excess water out from her hair, and wiped off the water dripping to her eyes and blinking them open. "Yes, they're fairly useful, though I have a bit of difficulty tuning their use to mundane matters. I wonder how Master does it . . ."

Lost in thoughts, Meruin began scrubbing herself down with Aleksandra's soap, before abruptly stopping and placing the soap down cautiously. Turning a bit so she could look at Aleksandra, she eyed her in a vaguely intrusive manner, starting from top to bottom, at every nook-and-cranny, and from every angle. She raised a brow.

"You are very healthy looking for a dead person. Are you a zombie or ghoul perhaps? Because if you are, I'm afraid I can't share cleaning agents with you; safety matters, you understand. It's quite unhygienic to share such things with the living dead," said Meruin frankly. "The same goes for the kitchen and beds. I [i]may[/i] have to place barriers around them just to ensure that you don't accidentally infect them."