Mason walked past the silent soldiers, guarding the exits. They were strangely silhouetted in the red light. It was eerie. Mason opened the door to the southern wing to see it was changed, what had once resembled a training area now looked more like a place where an underground cage fight might go down. The ginger didn't think it prudent to volunteer first, much better to wait, and formulate a plan than to charge in head first.

Mason was shocked, that Nessie had gone first surprised him, not necessarily that she had gone first, more like that she had [b]volunteered[/b] to go first. He felt his heart clench in fear as he watched the fight. [i]I hope she will be alright.[/i]