Professor Chance turned his back to Lancet and strode down into the center of the battle floor. His footsteps echoed sharply against the stone tiles until he came to a halt precisely between the two duelists.
He looked to his left at Min Tu, then to his right at Dane.
"Call your Summons," Chance commanded.
On the left, Min Tu Akaran let out a long, exhausted sigh. As always, the girl looked like she hadn't slept in a week, heavy dark shadows hanging deep under her eyes.
Her thick, dark hair was unkempt, sticking out in wild tufts. She wore her Academy uniform with a ragged, tomboyish disregard for the rules. Her tie hung loose, her shirt was half-untucked, and her blazer looked like it had been slept in.
But the moment the Necromancer raised her pale hand, the lazy demeanor was gone in a distance, and then came the dark aura of her power.
