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The words coming out of Berke’s mouth were similar to a canister of gasoline, flaring the flames of passion within Mark. The only thing saving his ears from audial destruction was the introduction of a new distraction in the form of the sheep chimera that Mark had set his sights on moments ago. Mark shook his new roommate’s hand with unnecessary force; although Berke’s physical strength probably overrode it and kept the student from viewing another red flag. He responded Berke’s question with a solid “YES” and quickly jogged over to the center of commotion.

The sheep was being toyed around with by a human bigger than him, an act that made Mark remember the events of the previous combat scenario. The other student’s sarcasm was obvious enough to where even he would have understood it, but in order to have done that Mark would have to have seen the situation as a conversation in the first place. In a flash, the silver whistle that hung on his neck was now on his lips. He let out an uncharacteristically small tweet in order to catch the chimera’s attention but avoid activating his powers. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SOLDIER! DO NOT ADMIT DEFEAT SO EASILY AGAINST YOUR HUMAN ADVERSARIES! USE YOUR BEAST SPIRIT AND -CRUSH- HIM!” The bundle of wooly weakness in front of him would require extensive work if he were to ever become a true soldier, Mark reasoned. Of course, this undertaking would be facilitated now that he wasn’t the only person dedicated to the soldier way of life, as his new friend Berke was obviously just as passionate and enthusiastic as he was, obviously. Obviously. [/color]