K.C. glared at his younger cousin. "You're my assistant and fine. You can come, if Whitlock can cover for us." K.C. put his hand in his pocket and clenched his blade in anticipation. The silver knife seemed to be eager to grow into a full sized sword. He saw Whitlock nod so he jumped up, through his laptop into his messenger back and rushed out of the class. He ran down the hall and into the part of Citadel High that was currently under renovations. His mark began to pulse. He knew he was getting close, so he drew the Sword of Citadel from his pocket and flipped the blade of the pocket knife open. "Patefio." He muttered and suddenly he was holding a 29 inch blade of enchanted silver.