[@Eklispe] 
[hider= Meruin Hazy's Exam]
Meruin took a deep breath. It was now or never. The key to success was in the timing. 

She dove towards the earth, ignoring everything around her, focusing only on the spell - no, focusing only on her inner world, what she had created there, and the means by which she could unleash it upon the world. 

The blood she had spilled had heightened her magical powers immensely, yet that also meant that she had lost a considerable amount, for it to be so. Still, there was a technique she had fashioned in the midst of battle, a tactic devised solely to take advantage of this.

The fireball spells she had launched earlier were markers - indicators to test how powerful her spells had become, while also concealing another spell inside of them. The fireballs had become fuses that would light up any source of overwhelming magic, converting it into a massive, mana-dissolving explosion. Magic would crumble to nothingness, and the force from the explosion would dwarf any of her previous spells. There was only one safe place from it:

At the center of the explosion itself.

And so, Meruin dove towards the replica, touching it with a runed, outstretched hand. The rune spread towards its whole body, reshaping it, becoming a bomb.

And the world was bathed in bright green as magic dissolved and power rocked the world around them. 

At its center was Meruin. Though her wounds had healed, thanks to the power of her converted blood, she was dangerously pale, and obviously fatigued. She had never gone through this much physical activity before, and she was also low on blood. 
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[hider= Sol the Windblade's Exam]
A deep, rumbling sound was heard as the Skeleton King mulled over what to do next. Sitting straight up, the Skeleton looked directly at Sol, with dark eyes that's depths shone with a deep ruby red. He walked down from his throne, and hush fell on the crowd. Fo the fairy trailed off after him, looking curious as to what would happen next.

"I hereby declare, in my capacity as proctor for Mana-Script Academy, that Sol the Windblade's Exam be null and renewed. Subsequently, I declare his exam to begin once more, right now in earnest!"

With his declaration, a large battle-axe, fell from the sky, smashing into the ground in front of him, planting itself firmly. The weapon was a thing of wonder - made with pure white bone that glistened unnaturally. The blade was dark purple, however it's tips were a rusted red. The skeleton gripped his weapon, and blood began dripping from the edges, sliding into his hand.

Zetsuko's unconscious form, meanwhile, was being dragged out of the ring by a horde of undead. It was an eerie sight, especially so since it was done in utter silence, with all the attention focused on the two on the ring. They tossed Zetsuko into a swirling, dark-red void, whereupon he now landed right on top of a chair next to Chen, face down. [sub][@floodtalon][/sub]

The skeleton stepped towards Sol and rose to his full height - a towering 13ft - and brandished the large axe. "My wife shall be judge and referee of this battle. Conditions for victory is simply this: he who surrenders first, loses."

Fo took his seat on the throne, perching at the very top. With a nod, she raised her hands and brought it down with a chopping motion.

The battle had begun.
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[@The ghost in black]
[hider= Aleksandra "Hound" Galino's Exam] 
There was a titanic clash, a deafening roar as their respective powers met, and the light that exploded from their meeting. Power enveloped the stadium, and everything went white, before the world faded to blackness . . .

It was at this point that she woke up.

Currently, she was laying down on the stadium, with the lap of the Woman as a cushion. The woman in question was looking down on her with what looked to be mirth and incredulity. 

"I'm pleased to announce that you've passed your exam," she said, without preamble, "unfortunately, it was not with flying colors, as you might have wished. You will be disappointed, perhaps, once your results come out, but do know that this was a fair judgement."

The Woman nodded towards the arena, where the Silver Titan stood triumphant over his fallen foe, large, iron shoulder hefting with each fatigued breath. The Golden Titan was noticeably bruised all over, and what appeared to be the killing blow was the dent formed around his chest - still, one of his hands seemed to be warped beyond recognition, with the damage spreading straight upwards his arm. 

"Your efforts managed to completely wreck his arm. It was thanks to that the Silver one was able to claim victory," she explained. "That is how you passed, and yet, you picked what was probably the worst solution to passing, which was fighting them directly. There were so many things you could have done: act as a referee, whilst setting rules that tilted the advantage to the other side slightly. Tripping them when least expected then retreating - anything but fighting.

"I understand that you see yourself as a guardian, a protector, but I want you to consider what it means to take up that role. It's not all about strength. A protector is also a mediator; not everything can be solved with strength alone. Do you understand?"

While she was speaking, the stadium around them sunk into the ground, slowly but surely, with mounds of sand taking their place. Soon, nothing left remained of the battleground, not even the Titans, and around them was a vast, sweeping desert. The only structure that stood was a bronze gate, with depictions of warriors new, old, and coming, engaging in bloodshed. The gate's doors were open, and yet they led to nothing, showing only the desert behind it.

"In any case, that gate is opening to the school. Feel free to leave, when you are ready."[/hider]