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expression. He slowly raised a hand, placing it on Monson’s face. Monson closed his eyes again, another blast of wind hitting him full on as Gi started to laugh.
     
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    “Hey Arthur, how’s our boy?” Casey shouted over his shoulder as two more commandos moved in around him. A blast from his glove and a four corners slashing maneuver with his sword quickly dismissed both of them. Artorius’ voice sounded over the din.
    “He’s lighting up like a Christmas tree. That must mean something, but for the life of me I don’t know what.”
    “Just stay with him. I’m sure that he—”
    Casey broke off as he watched in wonder. Monson Grey rose from the chair wrapped in a nimbus of silver light. He looked angry–very, very angry.
    “Grey…,” said Artorius in an unsure tone. “Is that you? Are you OK?”
    Monson turned to face Artorius, who now noticed that half of Monson’s face was scarred and the other half was unblemished. Monson smiled warmly. “I’ve never been better, Arthur.”
    “Is that really you, Monson?” Casey arrived at their side. “Like, the real you?”
    Monson slapped Casey on the shoulder, the latter wincing from the strength of his touch. “I’ve always been me. I just have different issues then before . T he life of a teenager and all that, no? Though I can’t compete with Derek’s Napoleon complex.”
    Casey laughed. “It is so you, though a much funnier version. Who would have thought? So, love the makeover. You could totally be in the running for Two-Face in the next Batman flick.”
    Monson ran his hand along the unscarred portion of his face. “Yeah, Molly’s sacrifice wasn’t quite enough, bless her heart.”
    Artorius grabbed Monson’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Grey. We will make sure it was enough. We’ll make Baroty regret the day he decided to come to this school. You have my word.”
    Monson nodded.
    Artorius then turned to Casey. “Oh and Case, Two-Face is so not going to work. They’ve already done that movie. Twice, in fact; remember?”
    “I know, Ar- thur ,” said Casey, placing the emphasis on his name. “I was making a joke.”
    Artorius shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t very funny.”
    He paused. “And don’t call me Arthur.”
    Monson took a deep, steadying breath. “Come on fellas, we have a battle to win and a lawyer to avenge.”
    Casey laughed. “Never thought I’d hear someone say that in my lifetime. Avenge a lawyer…what is the world coming to?”
    Not a moment too soon, Monson and the others ducked, avoiding a barrage of fire and ice from the commandos. Rolling to the side, Monson saw another wave of commandos and Legionnaires filing in from the northern entrance. These commandos appeared better equipped than their comrades, sporting a newer version of the Glyian Combat Glove and larger, more fantastical-looking blades.
    The magical battle had become truly fierce. Spells tore through the ranks of soldiers, rock and human alike, as blades, now of the Magi variety, strove against one another. In the middle of the floor, Baroty and Mr. Gatt were dueling over a large area, all other parties keeping their distance. Back along the wall, Brian was attempting to free the imprisoned students, teachers, reporters and staff. It was difficult work, as commandos and Legionnaires were constantly attacking him.
    “Monson,” Casey grabbed his shoulder before he could move more than a few feet away, barely parrying a blow from a Legionnaire. “I think we need to get you out of here and regroup.”
    “No can do, Case. I’ve got a score to settle, remember?”
    “I understand you’re pissed. I am too. But we need to regroup. We’re totally outnumbered and completely outgunned. Molly is going to haunt us until the end of days if something happens to you.”
    Monson gestured in the air, leaving behind faint traces of silver. “Don’t worry Case, I’m far too young to find out if there’s an afterlife or not.”
    He bellowed the phrase, “Combat