Jul 16, 2019 21:02:20 GMT -6
Post by Inglisse Carroll on Jul 16, 2019 21:02:20 GMT -6
The student had eagerly accepted the offer-- a hotheaded kid with fire and heat talent willing to plunge himself into any fight. Being tipped off by the blonde about the ice atranoch was music to his ears. Inglisse kept her name out of it-- not that the late high school student would even care or remember her face. She mentioned the training grounds were the best place for it, as she did not want to yet again be held responsible for her summon fighting on non-combat grounds.
Inglisse made her way to the training grounds shortly after the tipping. She knew the hotheaded student would be there, and Oras would likely enjoy getting a spar. He always spoke of combat and eagerness to spar, and while she never planned to fight him herself, she wanted to see the atranoch’s techniques so she could write them down later for her research. She took no pencil or paper with her, instead relying on a photographic memory spell in order to take detailed note on everything she anticipated would go down. All she had to do was wait, seated on a bench near the training grounds.
