"hmm, I was taught basically all my life not to fight" Larrel said, stitching his pants up

"Oh well that makes more sense" Jasper looked at the pants he was stitching up before back out at the battle field watching the rest of the fights finish up. She rubbed her head starting to get a pounding headache

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Larrel finished stitching up his pants, "don't you ever sit down?"

Tyler waited while Ally tried, and when she backed up he chuckled slightly. "I mostly let you try because I knew it probably wouldn't work... being a Biosphere I can heal myself and others rather well. That means if these wounds didn't heal from my own powers, they won't heal from yours. Educated guess." Tyler looked slightly pained... but he handled it well. He was very used to being in pain. At her question he tipped his head slightly, wondering how that had come up. "Yes... and believe me, it is just as bad as most people think it is. I will never go back there unless I die and get sent there." Tyler said quietly, a slight shiver running through him. Talk about a bad memory... "And don't feel bad for asking, I knew it would come up." He added, glancing around before slowly standing. "Excuse me for a minute." Tyler murmured, exiting the tent the best he could without help. He walked over to the forest and disappeared into the shadows, wheezing out a slight sigh. It was all Tyler had been able to do to keep from coughing up blood, so he did so now. -I could have won that fight.... but darn, any worse shape than this would be terrible- Tyler thought, wiping the blood away from his mouth. He cleaned the wound the best he could, trying to heal it again... and he kind of scarred it over. The longer he sat there the better it looked, and soon it was gone altogether... but Tyler knew his powers only healed skin wounds. His ribs were still all messed up, and he was sure he had internal bleeding somewhere... because he kept coughing up stupid blood. He finally shook his head and stood, deciding to muscle his way through the pain. Tyler walked back to the arena... he had been gone about 15 minutes. He entered and searched the arena for his jacket, finally finding it hanging neatly on a post. He slipped it on and resisted a cough, not having the energy to retract his enormous wings. Tyler just pressed them in close to his back.

She felt a bit bad for asking that question, Looking away, Out into the arena, As she tried to avoid him. When he had left she sighed, Checking her phone, They had been in the battle arena for awhile now, But Ally did wonder why the other classes were cancled, She was half excited to learn about Pyro's. The first think im doing when I get back into my dorm is changing this shirt.. She looked down, It was stained with blood, But it was barely noticeable. She exited the tent, Tyler had been gone for awhile now. Ally listend as Mrs. Willow yelled, "Battle arena is OVER, go back to your dorms, do whatever you need to do, Dinner HAS been changed to 2:30, ITS 1:40 RIGHT NOW, GO, SHOO, I have BATTLES to FIGHT." She yelled, Ally was glad, Now she could change into something more.. comfortable, She started towards the Acadmey's back door.

(i accidently skipped lunch lol)

YOU HAVE 50 MINTUES OF FREETIME TILL DINNER.

Current Forecast for the Afternoon: There will be strong showers and light wind, Please stay inside the Acadmey unless you wish to get soaked.

Larrel snorted and walked inside, getting rained on was the last thing on his bucket list

Tyler glanced at the screaming teacher, his shoulders sagging. Obviously he had been out of shape... he shouldn't have gotten so injured. He stumbled into the building as it started to pour... great. He would be stuck inside from 1:40 till the morning. Tyler glanced back outside before walking the rest of the way into the castle. He went to his dorm and changed into a not blood stained shirt, checking his wound in the process. It had scarred over... but still hurt like hell. Tyler wrinkled his nose and coughed a little blood up, muttering something about a quote. "Lethal Weapon... Martin Riggs... Roger Murtaugh... 'I'm too old for this'" He said, only snippets could be caught. Tyler walked back out of his dorm and decided to find a place to sink down and pass out... preferably away from all human habitation. He climbed a couple flights of stairs with great difficulty, collapsing near a window. There. Now he could just rest here until he got so bored he had to leave... which might be in a week or two with how much his chest ached. Tyler closed his eyes, taking shallow, labored breaths.

Larrel walked into his room, he studied the place, he quickly cleaned it all, there was nothing on the floor, and it looked as if nobody had touched anything, Larrel sat down in a chair, and continued his work with his pants