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-10 points for House Ren. Shoulda aimed for the head.
Some real swole puppets.
"Curses, he's too short! When we jump up, we go way over his head!"
An average human wouldn't have more than 100 in any single stat.

Erika has ten times that amount or more in her physical stats, separately.

If she wanted to, if any of them wanted to, they could probably leap like, a good ten meters up.

What the…

Kouki’s brow furrowed deeper as he watched the last performance, the shock and disgust in his mind translating directly to disgust on his face. There were people with strange faces and people with weird abilities and people with extra body parts, but this was the first time he saw someone so...gross. At no time in his life had he ever thought about wanting to see someone twisted into a flesh-coil or stuffed into a bottle. That was the stuff of fiction, after all, the stuff of body horror rendered in ink and printed across the world to shock and delight audiences. To see that reflected in…Yozakura-san was it? That did a number on him.

Definitely someone to avoid during practical exams. He didn’t even want to think about how it’d feel to have her wrapped around him like rope, or anything else as gross as that.

At least he didn’t throw up. At least. But he did sway a little more as he stepped out of the gym back into the classroom. Thankfully, the following classes were less psychologically traumatizing. He kept his head down, kept his wits about him, and went through it without being selected for anything like, gods forbid, answering questions on the blackboard. Easy and quick, like all school days ought to be.

Lunch though…that was the problem.

Today’s weather was good. Rooftops were off-limits.

The sun was pretty bright. Back of the school was off-limits.

First floor had too many students. Hallways were off-limits.

Classmates were mostly social and hadn’t formed cliques yet. Classroom was off-limits.

Clubs were doing demonstrations. Extracurricular rooms were off-limits.

Yozakura was at the gym. Gym was off-limits.

Wandering through the school with his headphones on and his face set to ‘do not approach’, Kouki eventually found himself a snug spot beneath the west wing staircase between the second floor and the third floor of the school. It was a bit on the dusty side, but it was less musty than the equipment warehouse, and it was quiet too, outside of the pipes that gurgled somewhere within the wall. He squatted down, placed his hands together in gratitude, and resolved two things.

One, he’ll try harder to be social tomorrow.

Two, he’ll have to eat all of this today.

Foreign vocals blasted into his ears as Kouki began his lunchtime food challenge.

Chaotic emotions, fear, anger, despair, suffused the trodden fields just as thickly as viscera and offal of men and monsters alike. They cried and they roared, stronger warriors falling against greater numbers, even as their leader tried what he could to bolster morale. And yet, even in this seething cauldron of conflict, Ying Yue danced unconcerned. Others may die, but she was above such paltry terrors, not even the blood of her foes having stained her form. The rope, once red with rich dyes, was now heavy with the lives it had taken, striking with ever-increasing force.

One of the warriors called out towards her, and she turned to spare a smile. Some of them were worth keeping around, at least. The dead man’s attitude didn’t drip down into his men. An arrow whistled past, and her eyes followed as it practically vaporized three other dogmen. Her eyes shone.

Let’s try that.

Fortunately, with the lines having been broken, there were plenty of dead archers for her to borrow from. Snatching up a quiver and a longbow, Ying Yue rolled under the swing of one kobold, hopped over the lunge of another kobold, and let out a breath. There it was again, that deathly certainty that told her that she could kill with this. The lady nocked three arrows, noted both the groan of the wood and the relative ease of her pull, and fired. A roar of wind, and the area right in front of her cleared up in an instant. She smiled, fired five more times, then frowned. Powerful, but boring. The bow was discarded without another thought, and Ying Yue pulled a sword out of the grasp of a headless knight instead. An artless construction, nothing like the weapons of yore, but the steel had been well-maintained. It sang as she flourished it, and thrummed when she turned towards the largest of the dogmen.

“Do not fall to your knees so readily, woman,” Ying Yue chided, mahogany gaze sliding sideways onto the priestess. “It would be pitiful if so few remain to attend your comrade’s funeral.”

Already, her compatriot was leading a charge through the horde towards the big dogman, and Ying Yue ran to follow, a warrior’s sword slipping through flesh and bone with such ease that the monsters only fell apart two seconds after she had passed. Soon, she was at the vanguard with Zhao, a wider smile on her face at the hilarity of the vulgarities that the woman spewed.

Her gaze, however, was set solely on the big dogman’s tomahawks.

Let’s try that.

Ah, so the Cheat skills we have ALSO have levels attached to them, yeah? Gonna hafta make some edits then.
Oh, Travesty, at level 1, how 'skilled' are people in their weapon proficiencies anyhow? And conversely, what's the max level for these profiency skills? Presumably, with All Weapon Mastery, I won't actually be gaining any weapon profiency skills? Or do they stack on top of each other?

It was a black dog. Demonic, and as physically powerful as they were, but still, a black dog. A puppy even, if Augusta’s murmurs were to be considered accurate. And the way she took to it so quickly, it reminded him…

Isidore rolled onto his feet after the others got off him an dcrouched down beside the pup, then grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and lifted it up. Though physically powerful, it was still a pup, after all. It didn’t weight much at all. Inspecting its nether regions, the dark-haired youth raised a brow at what he saw. Octavia, hm? Well, a name was just a name. Isidore let the puppy on the ground, but retained his light pressure on his neck. Unravelling the chain around his right forearm, he wrapped it around Oct’s neck, fashioning a rudimentary leash for the demonic pup. Wouldn’t do much if he exerted his strength, but building a habit of obedience early was important.

It bothered him, somewhat, that the creature wanted to go back the way they came, into the prison with those wretched experiments, but on the other hand…well, better the devil you know that the one you don’t. He slipped the withered petals off that monster-birthing plant, pocketing it, before picking up his sword once more. It was lucky that he had kicked it away before Nick could fall back and impale himself upon it.

Lucky?

“Then let’s see if our second sojourn within the prison informs us of anything new,” Isidore replied. Letting Oct lead, he strolled down the path they had once trodden, into the prison sector with all those freaks of nature. “Perhaps it would be apt, since we’re there, to re-examine the walls there too.”
>whatever's left of the carcass

Time to nuke everything into oblivion so Erika only needs to snort some monster ashes.
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