"[Color=Green]I already told you the paternity ritual said the kid wasn't mine! Find the other schmuck you [s]threatened[/s] persuaded to sleep with you![/color]" Zane yelled. It was always a good idea to enrage an opponent so they made poorer decisions. Admittedly this hypothesis hadn't been thoroughly tested against the hellian known as Freya.

Quickly boosting his leg strength, he jumped behind the loud new girl, using her as a meat shield. There were rules against killing firsties, he was pretty sure. If not, their unknown magic would make her pause... for all of five seconds before she used her evil black magics to prevent that being a problem. Mentally apologising to the poor sacrifice, he put more shields between him and the White Death, before finally remembering Nick.

He did like Nick, even if the guy was more obsessed with his appearance than Aphrodite. They shared a love of invention... and screwing with other people. Giving a sigh, he reminisced on the 'Week of Hell' as his yearmates dubbed it. He sniggered as a cruel, cruel thought passed into his mind.

"[Color=green]Nick my friend, what do you say we give the firsties a proper initiation to BUM... assuming I survive the White Death's advances?[/color]"