An influx of out-worlders threatened to overwhelm the remaining students.
More of their numbers fell by the droves, as the fifteen and fourteen year olds died one after the other.
Those who were unable to defend themselves died, and those that survived, saw their points rapidly accelerating.
Seraphina moved between bodies of out-worlders, that kept swarming her, each one intending to tear her to shreds, her form disappearing in and out of shadows.
Her hands as well moved like lightning flashes, each strike ripping a life, or severely damaging one, that her next strike was sure to do the job... If they didn't die from her poison before then that is.
Her eyes were cold and Lazer focused, each movements playing Inside her head in slow motion. Her breaths on the other hand, were slightly laboured, and a faint glean of sweat kept a few strands of her lustrous hair glued to her forehead.
