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The weapon struck the open book squarely, tearing the delicate pages to shreds. A scrap of torn paper floated on the breeze, and Brunhilde recognized her own handwriting. Numbness swept through her at the sight. How many years had been lost? Too many, no matter how few pages had been annihilated. Nausea took her for a moment, and she stumbled over to Emi and the book, where she checked the damage, with zero regard for Vallen's lesson. Thumbing through the book to the last, most intact page revealed that roughly three hundred and fifty pages had been damaged, with the ones closest to the impact point cracked and torn out, and a deep crack and wrinkle running forward toward the front of the book. The image of the chain striking the book was burned into her mind, and would remain until she had calmed down. She looked towards Emi, who had been holding the book at the moment. The reminder on Brunhilde's arm mentioned that this girl had been helping her for the day, and although she was shaking in anger, she didn't want there to be any collateral damage - especially not someone she assumed to be a friend of hers.

She quietly spoke to Emi, her voice cold yet shaken.[color=8493ca] "Get out of here."[/color]
She turned her head toward Avarius, who was completely uninvolved in the incident. [color=8493ca]"You too."[/color]
Luke was already making his way back towards the Academy's main buildings, so he was already out of harm's way.

She had seen a part of herself die right in front of her, and what remained of her composure slipped away within a matter of seconds, despite her struggling to remain calm. Images of the chain, the book, the evil that had cast the chain, and her own death flew through her remaining, scattered thoughts.

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[color=brown][i]"Akadi sought to know herself, she lay upon earth and sat as still as he. There she learnt strength and patience, b[s]ut--[/s]"[/i][/color]

The first blow came mid-speech. Vallen seemed to be enjoying the lesson - perhaps too much. That ended here. A twitch surged through the air as Brunhilde funneled a burst of wind towards his left ear canal. Regardless of whether it hit or not, she gathered the winds into her fists as she had before and charged. He was undoubtedly far better than she was, and what was left of conscious thought told her that it would be over in moments if she followed through with the strike. It would be a fake-out, to be followed up by a sidestep and a kick to the side of his head. That chain would almost certainly be coming too, and she readied herself to blast it out of the way if he used it again.

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