[color=f26522][h2]Cassandra[/h2][/color]
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Cassandra and Salem exchanged a few more blows, the former instructing the latter on form, but he was getting the basics quickly enough.  

The class ended with a surprising bang, as a mage was thrown across the arena.  Not a just a mage, it was Lilie!  Cassandra took a step to move around Salem, who she had momentarily forgotten about.  She had no idea what she was doing, she saw who had done the throwing, it was an Astorio Count who looked vaguely familiar.  Her hands were in fists, and she could smell burning fabric before she was aware that her fire was coming to the surface.  

And then she saw stars.  Salem, who's back was to the scene, didn't realize anything other than training was happening, and had punched Cassandra in the jaw.  She staggered sideways, and fell down hard on her bottom.  

By now their instructor had responded to the situation, and everything looked like it was under control.  The class was called to an end while Cassandra sat on the cold stone ground.  

She got to her feet, feeling strange.  She wasn't sure why that scene had upset her so much.  It recalled the arrest from the night before.  And the perpetrator only reminded her again of her blessedly short time with Dominique.  

Cassandra clapped Salem on the arm, and started toward the gear rack.  

[color=f26522]"I'ma go see if she's alright."[/color]

Cassandra approached at a jog as Aaron rushed away with some kind of urgency.  

[color=f26522]"Hey! You alright?  That looked pretty bad."[/color]