Through Hell [Gorgon/Naga TF/TG] Part 9
Daria had a practice sword carved from tripidian bone in one hand, and a dragon scale shield in the other. She handled both with ease and came at Srida with speed she still couldn’t believe the hellhound had.
Srida only had the spear to defend herself, which was strange because she was used to being on the offensive—striking at others rather than evading their blows. She most certainly hadn’t expected Daria to rush her. Half on reflex, she lunged at Daria anyways. The ball tip of the spear would leave a nasty bruise if it hit, but hellions healed quickly and it would be gone in hours at most—not that Srida ever managed to hit Daria anyways.
The hellhound was good—too good for Srida as things turned out. Daria had been expecting the lunge and twisted to the side, evading the blow by a hair’s breadth while maintaining her forward momentum. Srida saw it happen in that sense of slowed time she experienced
The Shapeshifter Academy Mrs Paloman’s eyes swept over the room, taking in her students for the next two years. Seventeen total, not a large amount by the academy’s standards, but the profession was in enough demand to have the program regardless of how many students made the cut. It certainly wasn’t easy. I felt her eyes pass over me and goosebumps crept up the back of my neck. Her eyes—all four of them—seemed to see through me. It took all my willpower not to squirm in my seat. Hell, I hadn’t felt this way since my first day at the academy over ten years ago. I’d hardly been a teenager then.
“I trust you have all verified your prerequisites,” she said in a slow, almost uninterested voice, sweeping her alien gaze over the classroom again. “Hexes in particular, since this class is going to focus heavily on their effects. Same with entire biology suite, that way you don’t forget an organ or something equally dreadful.”
As she spoke, one of