The next trial was simple, easy, almost too much so. A test of strength and or skill. Rashim wasn’t a very strong beastkin, he was of the lesser cat’s not something like a Lion or Tiger. As such, he was agile, fast, and lithe. He would never pack on the muscles that his larger kin would and could, and he was perfectly fine with that. While the oafish were wading around all of their muscles, the blonde would be inside of their defenses and hitting every spot that mattered then out in time to move onto another target. His father had stated that skill outstripped strength in almost every way.

The large double doors that lead back into the main courtyard had people moving in both directions. Luckily, no one deemed him worthy of notice, at least, not the ones going in. Whispers abounded behind him, and he hoped they were about the fire controller near the other side of the room. The air serpent had been a feat naturally, but it wasn’t all that impressive. Circus performers could do better, and usually did. It wasn’t anything meant for ATTACKING, but air wasn’t his best element in the first place. His father had proclaimed that the element was useless for anything aside from petty tricks. Rashim had disagreed vehemently… but only in his mind. One could use any of the elements in so many ways, it merely showed that his father was not ALWAYS right… just most of the time.

The crowd in the small courtyard was much smaller now, and Rashim wasted no time making his way easily to the next set of doors on the far other side of the Courtyard. The last test… he wasn’t worried, but his heart still fluttered lightly. Father would be ashamed.