[@Eklispe] 
[hider=Meruin Hazy's Exam]
	Meruin grimaced at the sudden influx of heat. The fact that he had been able to block the spell directed towards him was hardly a surprise, but it was still disappointing. She was a bit pleased that she'd managed to hurt him, however - it also proved that in the grand scheme of things, she could. As the plates of lava rose around her, Meruin acted quickly. Drawing runes of protection on her arms using her own blood, Meruin barreled through the falling molten earth, using her arms to shield her. She hissed slightly as she felt a bit of heat bite into her feet, and looked down to see her boots melted.

	She jumped up and murmered a levitating spell, all the while drawing more runes on her arms. Eventually, her arms looked like the rolled up page of a book, and glowed like a torch. Meruin was also steadily losing more blood, evidenced by the rapid dripping of it into the ground below.

	Meruin pointed a hand towards her opponent once more, the runes glowing on her more intensely. 

	[i]Fire[/i]

	Once again, a ball of fire shot towards the hooded man, but this time, its size and the intensity of its heat were almost tripled. The ball of heat coming towards him was nothing compared to earlier, as the ground beneath it turned black and cracked from dryness.[/hider]

[@Zetsuko]
[hider= Sol "Windblade" VS Kieran Altaaya]

	The void Kieran stood in connected to a starry pathway, before being bathed in blinding light. As the light 

subsided, the shape of an old colliseum manifested, and Kieran stood on one side. On the other end, stood Sol. At it's very center sat a large, hulking skeleton, that held a radiant shield that shone like the sun in its right hand. He looked at Kieran with empty sockets, and nodded.

	"And now, your opponent has arrived, Mr. Windblade." His hollow, echoing baritone was audible from both sides of the stone arena, despite his mouth not moving once. "The rules are quite simple: first to die, first to surrender, first to pass out, loses. You each have a time limit of twenty minutes to score a victory, and should you fail to do so, this fight will be recorded as a loss for [i]both[/i] of you, before even entering the school."
	
	The Skeleton clunked towards a rising throne at the side of the arena, and settled there accompanied by the sound of clanking bones. Rising from the dirt, rotting bones chattered and clanked, mimicking the roaring din of an excited crowd.

	"Now, if there are no more questions: BEGIN"

	Right above the Skeleton's shoulder, a small flash of light erupted. As the light died down, Fo the fairy settled on top of the Skeletons shoulder, before leaning on its head, looking relaxed. She whispered something to it, though what she said was drowned out by the roar of the lively undead crowd.
[/hider]
[hr]

[@Aisling] & [@WittyWolf]
[hider=Agatha Merriweather Pendragon VS Azrael Arcana]
	The void shaped and bent, connecting the darkness the held Agatha and Azrael. From the dark, countless, large, obsidian spires and columns rose, their purple hue glinting malevolently in the darkness. As the columns rose, Agatha and Azrael rose with them, until the pillars they stood on took them eight meters into the air.

	Far below, where they once stood, the wailing sounds of tortured souls echoed. The the depths were dark and murky, with a little bit of concentration, one could make out the dark, grasping hands that tried relentlessly to scale the pillars. Their eyes shone with red tints in the darkness, and interposed with the pained moans was unrepentant and incessant laughter. 

	In between Azrael and Agatha floated a hooded figure, coated in the same darkness that damned the abyss beneath them. In its right hand, it held an hourglass, in its left hand, a telescope. From a the darkness of its hood, its voice came, chilling and merciless.

	[color=440e62][i]Fight . . . Death, Forfeit, Blackout, Victory. Fall . . .[/i][/color] he gestured to the pit below. [color=440e62][i]Both . . . Lost.[/i][/color] He turned the hour glass, and the purple sand began sliding down, filling the bottom. [color=440e62][i]108 000* grains of sand . . . Both . . . Lose[/i][/color]
[sub]*30 minutes[/sub][/hider]
[hr]

[@The ghost in black]
[hider= Aleksandra "Hound" Galino's Exam]
The Silver Titan moaned in pain as Aleksandra's fist smashed into its hand, and quickly withdrew it. Its rage subsiding, it was slowly backing away from Aleksandra, judging her, its eyes not betraying its thoughts. In the meantime, the Golden Titan seemed to have realized that it would get nothing done if it simply stood there, and began striding towards Aleksandra, its fist raised up menacingly.[/hider]
[hr]

[@MagusDream] & [@floodtalon]

	The bartender gave Ryan a scrutinizing glare, before leaning back and nodding. "I'll serve alcohol, but you're not getting anything above five percent," she declared, her tone making it apparent that there was no room to argue. [color=a36209]"Maybe nexy year, Mr. Ryan."[/color]

	The lady closed her eyes and gripped her palm closed, before flicking it open, palm facing upwards. A wide glass of foaming yellow drink sprung out from it at the same time. With a flourish, she slid it towards Ryan from across the table. [color=a36209]"Beer for the young'un,"[/color] she said, turning towards Agni. [color=a36209]"And you?"[/color]

	Seeing the look on Agni's face, Ms. Bartender flicked her hand again, and this time, a bottle of wine appeared in her hand. She skipped towards him with a thin wineglass in hand, and once she was in front of him, poured the contents of the bottle and offered it to Agni. [color=a36209]"Listen, don't think too hard on what the Tenants - those are the beings living in the Labryinth, if you're unaware - tell you. They mean well, but they're lessons are often hard to digest by students. Don't stress out over it, but don't dismiss them either. They were your proctors for a reason."[/color]