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safety, and reports from crab fishermen in the Bering’s Sea about a flying devil coming from a whirlpool confirmed that she had most probably escaped as Ormagra flooded.
          Killjoy had just reminded Thomas that she was out there, and that she was out for blood.
          “We’ll begin with two styles of weapons; one of your choosing and one that I’ll assign to you. You go first, Baboon.”
          Tony approached the racks. It was an easy choice for him since he was already proficient in Eskrima. He grabbed an elegant, curved sword and felt its weight in his hand.
          “A Dahon Palai,” Killjoy said. “Are you going to train with sword and dagger?”
          “Not really.” Tony grabbed another Dahon Palai and twirled them as he did with his fighting sticks. “Is this doable, Doyenne?” he asked, and she nodded approvingly.
          “Elven warriors are proficient in two same lenght swords. It is very fitting for you to learn the style.”
          Bolswaithe was next; he quickly grabbed a Bo staff capped with metal. He twirled and tested it, then separated it at the middle, throwing one of the parts away and then pulling it back around his arm. A slender chain joined the two ends, and he was already proficient thanks to his software download. But he was sure Killjoy had more techniques than those he could learn from any program.
          With distaste, Elise chose a short and slender straight sword after Killjoy told her that Magic would be insufficient or even unsafe to use at certain times. She twirled the sword a couple of times and almost cut herself in the leg with it.
    Henri didn’t choose any weapon, arguing that he couldn’t carry it at all times and preferred a more direct approach by cracking his knuckles. The grotesque was an impressive creature when not curled around his usual guardian spot at the front of the Mansion. He had a muscular torso and arms almost twice as wide as Thomas’s legs. There were few things that could stand in Henri's way and for those that did get in his way he used his wings or tail. He was the muscle of his team but instead of flesh, Henri was made of granite, which only made him more formidable. “A weapon will only be a burden. Where will I keep it when I'm transformed?” Henri asked.
    He was already imposing without a weapon.
    Killjoy listened to his arguments but still made him grab a mace. “Even if you don’t carry a weapon with you at all times, anything can be turned into a mace.” When Henri was about grumble again she added, “Even an enemy.” The comment made him smile and he slapped the mace appreciatively.
          It was Thomas’s turn to choose. Killjoy walked beside him in front of the weapon racks. “I know what you think,” she told him, “but you still need to train with a weapon.”
          Thomas paused in front of a rack, and then turned toward Killjoy. “Can it be any weapon?” he asked.
          “Any.”
          “I choose these,” he said as he grabbed a pair of wooden nunchaku from the rack.
          Tony mumbled something under his breath.
          “Do you have something to say, Baboon?” Killjoy turned toward Tony. “Say it, don’t keep it to yourself.”
          “Yes, Doyenne. I do.” Tony stepped forward. “I said damn Bruce Lee.”
          “What?” Thomas asked.
          “Damn. Bruce. Lee.” Tony approached Thomas. “Look Thomas, I know you want to think this is just a game or something, and that Morgan is just on an opposite team, that once someone finds the Book of Concord, the game ends and everything goes back to normal and you’ll have Morgan by your side again. But it’s not going to happen. There’s no good ending unless we get the Book. If the Warmaster gets it, its curtains for our world. And while Morgan will do everything to protect you, his team probably wants you dead.”
          “I know that,” Thomas