[center][b]Mimic[/b][/center]

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[center][b]Ben[/b][/center]

Ben follows Mimic into the training room and waits for the teacher to speak.
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The wound that Mimic sustained made him wince every now and then, but was negligible. He entered the room backwards, watching as Ben entered just afterwards. His wings flapped, flexing almost to ready them up, his feet clenching, gripping themselves to relax his toes. 

“Come on then, kid, have at it,” Rankin growled deep in his throat, he arched forwards, knees bent, flapped his wings to purposely create a gush of wind, in the hopes of throw the boy off his game.