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[hr][center][i][b]• An Old, Burned out Town •[/b][/i][/center][hr]
[b]“[color=mediumpurple]Well, you heard the professor. Looks you'll be stuck with me for quite some time. Don't worry, I'm a decent person, I swear,[/color]”[/b] she told the boy, giving him a quick and reassuring wink. She assumed from the professor's words that this was the one named Madock. Mallory scanned the crowd, hoping this so-called Lester person would turn up soon. And once she saw their team's third member arrive, another devious smile would cross her face.

[b]“[color=mediumpurple]Oh, it's magic card boy.[/color]”[/b]

Before she could speak again, Mallory was cut off. Professor Brovak's explanation of the practical exam was a long and tiresome one, but this was no test that anyone could fool around in. Mallory would quieten herself for a few minutes and listened with sharp ears, making sure not to miss anything significant.

The equipment that was dropped in front of her was certainly... interesting. But again, it didn't seem like a surprise either. This was still a military school for mages, and this was still a hardcore practical entrance exam. One that required the use of hardcore practical equipment, it seemed. Mallory's face seemed to twist with uncertainty at the sight of a rifle, a revolver and a giant knife at her feet. She'd never used a rifle before, and neither did she have experience with combat knives. The only thing Mallory knew how to operate to some amount of effectiveness was the revolver, since her parents knew their fair share about such things as former students of Mordhaben. But at home, her mother's old rifle was strictly off limits.

The condensers were something Mallory was familiar with. She understood magic to a plausible degree, despite her magical mishaps in the past. She could use them, and hopefully, not all at once. And when she really thought about it, a knife was a knife. If anything bad went down, she could just swing it around in the most practical way she could. Mallory had a decent amount of muscle, she could swing a two-pound combat knife well enough if the situation called for it.

[b]"Any questions?"[/b] Professor Brovak finished.

Mallory's hand shot up above the mostly quiet crowd.

[b]“[color=mediumpurple]Yeah, so, it's all good if we try to kill anyone we come across–[/color]”[/b]

[b]"No? Good."[/b]

Mallory frowned. The professor not specifying whether she and other students could get killed or kill each other was becoming more of an annoyance than a worry. Death was a pretty morbid subject to Mallory, but just thinking about getting killed during an entrance exam to a school at the young age of sixteen almost seemed laughable. The thought of killing other students, however... not so much.
[hr][center][i][b]• The Outskirts •[/b][/i][/center][hr]
The teleportation to the outskirts was so sudden that Mallory almost fell over. In a split second, she found herself in a [i]lot[/i] of grass around a lot of hills and trying to regain her balance. Those aggravating hissing noises didn't seem to help at all either. So, Mallory decided to squat down for a minute, eyeing the equipment she had been given before attaching them to the harness she had strapped on before hand. She held the revolver in her right hand, and then the combat knife, feeling their weight and testing her grip. Mallory summarised that if she didn't swing around too much with either of the weapons, her wrists would be fine. 

[b]“[color=mediumpurple]We should probably figure out some sort of strategy before heading into that giant deathtrap of a town,[/color]”[/b] Mallory said as she stood up, tilting her head in the direction of the faraway town buildings. [b]“[color=mediumpurple]I guess it'll be useful if we all know what we can do first, because if anyone here can summon up barriers or whatever if we get shot at, I think it's best to speak up now.[/color]”[/b]

Taking her earrings off, Mallory continued. [b]“[color=mediumpurple]It won't take us that long to demonstrate anyway, and it's not like I'm [i]too[/i] enthusiastic to throw myself into my own deathbed anytime soon.[/color]”[/b]

She held her right hand out, and proceeded to demonstrate. A large flame twice the size of her head suddenly shot up, and Mallory flinched ever so slightly, which totally wasn't an unintentional reaction on her part. The flame vanished once she had clenched her fist tightly shut. Flashing an innocent smile, Mallory looked towards her teammates.

[b]“[color=mediumpurple]So, yeah. I can burn things.[/color]”[/b]

[@HeartlessNobody] [@GrafRoy Zeppeli]