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Linghun: "lets do this." blue light glowed around his fingertips and a figure with a slash mark going through their chest and big crab claws for hands crawled out of the ground.

Si-yan: "well, we win, we get rewarded, we lose, we die, and we run, we die..... lets win." they froze the Dead soul's Left claw and shot a blast of fire at it's chest.

dead soul: it blocked the fire with the frozen Claw, melting it.

Si-Yan: "darn it!" they shot huge meteor-like fireballs at the dead soul.

dead soul: they dodged most of them but got hit by the last two.

Si-Yan: they quickly completely froze the dead soul over, and formed an icicle, walking towards the dead soul to finish it off.

dead soul: just before they stabbed it, it smashed the ice and leapt on them, slicing at their faces.

Si-Yan: "AHHHHH!" they shot it off with a blast of fire and ice simultaneously.

Dead soul: it collapsed on the ground and fell apart.

Linghun: "well done, you completed training against me! i'll join the huashi now."

Si-Yan: "YES! wait, training?"

Linghun: "yes, training. i wasn't using my full strength. aww, you couldn't tell, could you?"

Si-Yan: "... just come."

Heyo.

Simmons, Grif, Tucker, Chruch, Caboose, and Washington are in the forest, on the lookout for Huashi soldiers.

dead soul: a limp figure with a slash going through it's chest crawled out of the ground in front of them.

Blaire was in her dorm, alone, considering her dorm mate had left. She wouldn't particularly miss the girl, and she didn't mind being alone.

he sat alone in the mess hall, eating in silence.

Tucker looks at it. "Holy ****!"
"Tucker! Language!" Caboose scoffs.
"Who is that?" Washington says with no emotion in his voice.
Grif shrugs. "Probably some homeless dude."

dead soul: it's hands alighted with fire.