[h2][center][b]Collision Course[/b][/center][/h2]
[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/right][/sub]

[color=f26522]“Just leave me alone Jordan.”[/color] The other mage, hurriedly picking up his things, said as he stood. 

[color=ed1c24]“But we’re [i]partners[/i]. We’re stuck together from now until you die. You should be grateful I’m even willing to put up with you.” Jordan laughed. “Here I hoped you changed over the break but you’re still just as useless as last year.” [/color]Jordan snapped in Max’s direction while addressing the terrified mage. His little group sauntered along aside Max before cutting off his escape route all together. 

A whisper reached Maxwell, barely even recognizable as more than just a noise. The feeling of a cool breeze swept over him and the rushed away. His own image was sprinting off along with the mage who toppled him moments before. Jordan swore and spinted off after them, his lackeys close behind. They bolted through the housing area and disappeared from sight.

[color=steelblue]“I could only give you an hour or so.”[/color] A voice spoke softly from between them. Fingertips appeared and plucked at the air like pulling at spiderwebs, revealing a mage with deep circles under her eyes and a weary smile. Her hair was cut short and she hefted a bag of equipment with the Arena’s stamp on it. A pin of a gold shield was on her shirt. [color=steelblue]“Do with it what you will. Just remember, you aren’t actually invisible. People just don’t realize they’ve seen you.”[/color]