Self Defense, Thursday, Period One
Upon entering the Danger Shop, the students would find themselves confronted with a long brick hallway, at the end of which was a door, in front of which stood one solitary guard. Leaning against the brick wall a little closer by was a casual-looking (if slightly hungover and supporting a few scratches in the facial area) Atton.
"So, this is your final," he said. "Get past this guy, then deal with whatever comes next. You can use whatever tools you have at your disposal: fight, talk, stealth your way through, I don't care. Just make it out to the other side, and you're good."
He nodded at the class. "Go."
"So, this is your final," he said. "Get past this guy, then deal with whatever comes next. You can use whatever tools you have at your disposal: fight, talk, stealth your way through, I don't care. Just make it out to the other side, and you're good."
He nodded at the class. "Go."