This morning was funny. And I don't mean funny ha ha I mean funny weird. First of all, instead of being so sore I couldn't move, I actually felt better than yesterday morning. I was more energetic, I was quicker, I was stronger, I was things I shouldn't have been. I sat next to Dvarek at breakfast, and he noticed it too.
"Seems like you're skipping the freshman hell week."
"Yeah, it kinda creeped me out this morning."
"It might just be that you're life aligned, but I don't know."
"Yeah I don't know either... so, what is there to do around here when class isn't in session?"
"Hehe well, the die hards hang out in the weight room or at the track. Some go to the library to learn, others go to try to pick up spirit mage girls."
"What about Fleshy girls?"
Dvarek snorted into his cranberry juice. "You have any Fleshy sisters?"
"Nope."
"Well that explains it. Fleshy girls are either ugly or viscious. Period."
"That's bullshit. There have to be some in between."
"None that I've seen."
As we turned back to eat, Tjaden walked up to Dvarek. "Dvarek, today at 12:30. Usual place, same rules."
Dvarek laughed and turned to me. "Eat up, B, you're skipping lunch today."
I wasn't sure what to expect, but Light weapons drove the questions from my mind. It was strange, I knew the shrimps weren't taking it easy on me, but it was a lot easier to keep up than yesterday. And in medium weapons, I actually put the small kids on the defensive and was par with the big guys. I still got the shit beat out of me, but I dodged more, blocked more, and landed some good hits. Stamina class was way too easy, and I was worried that something was wrong when a thousand sit ups felt like 700. First Aid was so boring it wasn't even worth mentioning. I was still thinking about morining classes when I walked into the Mess Hall.
"Kay B's here, let's go."
Dvarek grabbed my shoulder as he and the other guys walk out of the Mass Hall.
"So Dvarek, what exactly are we going to? And where?"
"We're headed to the library for the fights."
"Who's fighting?"
"Occasionally there are some guys with beefs, but most people go for the girls."
"Fleshy girls fight each other there?"
"And Spirits. Today the headliner is actually a Fleshy on spirit."
"I did not expect that."
"It is pretty rare. That's why so many people are coming."
As we walked into the library, I saw the crowd of people. There must have been hundreds, a mixture of all three classes. They stood in a circle around an area cleared of all tables and shelves. The seven of us shoved our way to the inner most ring of people, and Tjaden hopped up onto the table nearest the center ring.
"Are there any who wish to enter their own fight?"
The crowd was silent.
"Then let the main event begin!"
A Fleshy girl walked out from one side of the ring. She had brown hair and soft features not at all unattractive. That left viscious. She was graceful and sure, walking around the ring with a confident air. The Spirit girl walked in from the other side of the ring, gliding around as though her feet weren't actually on the ground. She had blond hair and had hard lined features. Her silver and gray robes gave away that she was a Spirit, not to mention the disdain she showed for the Fleshy girl. She also circled the ring, as if to show off. When both were at opposite sides of the circle, they stopped. Tjaden stood up once again and spoke.
"Place bets!"
I turned to Dvarek, shocked. He laughed at my ignorance and replied, "That's the whole point of these fights."
"Is this allowed?"
"No killing is allowed, so... yeah."
People flooded to the table by Tjaden. Bets were going both ways, and it looked like even odds. Once all those that were betting had finished, the contestants squared up, preparing to fight.
"Dvarek, who are those two?"
"I haven't seen them before, they must be freshman."
"What alignment is the Fleshy?"
"How does she walk?"
"Smoothly."
"And what can you deduce from that?"
"Either walking is easy for her, meaning she's speed aligned, or her muscles are working at maximum efficiency, making her endurance aligned. Or she could be both."
"Good work, my friend."
The two contestants faced each other, and the fight began.
The Spirit made a handsign, a beam of light shot from her palm. The Fleshy easily dodged, sliding into a leg sweep. With a surprising amount of agility, the Spirit flipped over the leg, signing in the air. When her kick missed, the Fleshy spun around and clipped her thumb, drawing blood and forming summoning symbols. At the same, the two fighters summoned creatures. A shadow cat, a smaller feline version of a shadow wolf, by the Fleshy, and a glowing, erethreal tiger by the Spirit. The two creatures lept at each other, and exploded in a huge flash. A cheer went up from the crowd. But then something strange happened. The Fleshy walked up and gave the Spirit a high five. The crowd died. I started laughing and turned to Dvarek.
"Looks like we found a good looking, level-headed girl Fleshy."
The two girls walked out of the library and turned left. I quickly shoved my way through the crowd and went out the side entrance of the library. I caught up to the pair just down the hallway.
"Hey."
The Fleshy turned to me and I realized that she was in my Stamina class.
"What?"
"I just wanted to say that that was a great show, and way to blow the minds of everyone in that room."
Both of the girls laughed.
"I told you everyone would be surprised, Zoe."
The Fleshy huffed and turned away from her friend.
"Whatever, Greta, people are so closeminded."
They both laughed again.
"I'm Zoe, " said the Fleshy.
"I'm Greta," said the Spirit.
"I'm Bellerophon."
"You mean Bellerathorn?" said Zoe
"It's the Greek version," said Greta.
"Yeah."
"So you're Bellerophon, slayer of the Chimera?" asked Greta?
The two girls looked at each other. Greta nodded to Zoe. Zoe leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We'll be contacting you," and then she and Greta walked away. Puzzled, I realized that I was almost late for Proffessor Long's.
The rest of the day passed with out event, except in creation we learned about implanting summoning marks rather than actually working on our constructions.

Zoe and Greta still have me worried.