Second Class - Battle Class

Sven sat and watched from the side lines as his fellow students practiced their techniques with a glum look on his face.

'No one is willing to fight me.' Sven realized with a sigh, Ignis and Alice had offered but he couldn't fight properly against them, he would simply be holding back and in that sense - neither party would learn anything from the sparring session. Surveying the room Sven was surprised at the amount of students present, there was at least a hundred combatants flooded into this dojo styled room, with multiple battle designated areas lined with compacted dirt and sand.

Off in one corner he could see his two favorite desk neighbors, Markus and SunBane who were currently wailing far too hard on their opponents - clearly letting out their pent up frustrations from their spat with him earlier. Looking over the rest of the hall it truly was a healthy mix of students from all races, this city truly was a melting pot. However something in the back corner caught his eye, a flash of light and then nothing, except for the pained cry of whoever was struck by that light.

Looking more closely a small crowd formed around the source of the commotion, revealing a red headed man about Sven's age, he wore blackened baggy pants and an open shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and hairless but defined chest, he was standing over his opponent menacingly with a vicious grin on his face. Sven decided to take a jog over there to better see what the hell was going on.

"Mr Igrasil, what have you been told about using your class abilities in a fight?" The battle instructor walked over and separated the red haired mischief from his passed out victim. The guilty individual chuckled to himself, as if he was privy to some secret joke.

"Yeah whatever, you're just an NPC." Igrasil waved the instructor off. "So who's next?! Which one of you idiots has your bravery setting maxed out enough to face me in battle?!" He was practically showboating as he flexed his muscles. The crowd went silent as they looked to the passed out combatant, they weren't exactly rearing to go up against someone who didn't fight within the boundaries of the rules.

"He's Igrasil Fliora, some say he's one of those dreaded heroes." Came a murmur from a crowd member close to Sven.

"The exile prince of the Dexive kingdom? I heard he's a scary guy, fight him? No way." Came the hushed reply of another.

"Rumor has it that he would invite peasants to his house and then burn them alive." Another commented.

"I heard he killed both the king and the queen when he turned 18 so that he would be king, but was exiled by the current king when they found the charred remains of his parents locked in his room." Another grim tale was spoken.

'Igrasil Fliora, now why does that name ring a bell?' Searching his memory he came to a most unwelcome epiphany. Fliora was Ignis's last name... No way, it couldn't be? Searching the crowd he found her face, staring blankly towards Igrasil with a look of complete fear. Sven looked back to Igrasil and wondered had all those comments he'd heard from the crowd been true? What exactly had this man done to earn such guttural fear from his own sister?!

"That's what I thought, your algorithms won't allow you to be brave, that is why you're just soulless NPC's." Igrasil was about to walk off stage when he felt a presence behind him, turning with a smirk Igrasil titled his head slightly.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, I was starting to wonder if the rumors were bullshit. You're like me aren't you?" Igrasil cracked his knuckles audibly, Sven shook his head slowly.

"I'm nothing like you." Igrasil bore his fangs as a sickly smile crept its way onto his lips.

"Actually you're right, you're classless, low level and your gear is whack. We both might be PC's but you're clearly a noob." He cackled, Sven took this time to examine his opponent.

Name: Igrasil Fliora
Title: Tainted
Main Class: Fire Summoner
Sub Class: None
Proficiency: Cooking
Guild: PikanVale Institute
Level: 48
Experience: 14700 / 15950

Sven's eyes went wide as he looked at his level, this guy was double his level and had a class on him, this fight would be completely unfair. While Sven wore the institutes uniform, he was wearing some protective scaled clothing that would make damaging him much harder to do. Sven was starting to regret walking up on him now but he wasn't about to back down.

"I'll be your opponent, you don't have any problems with that do you?" Sven asked as confidently as he could manage, which only made Igrasil laugh even harder.

"Is something wrong with your head? You think you can match me with those garbage stats?! The only problem I have is that I must be fighting a retard if you can sound so confident after having examined me." With a burst of speed Igrasil lunged at Sven with a left punch, barely dodging it Sven returned with an elbow jab that landed directly in his temple.

"Lucky shot! Let's see if you can dodge THIS." The red haired prince lunged at him again, this time into a barrage of punches that Sven could hardly see, using his knowledge of the game he managed to evade most of them but even he was limited by his athletics and agility stat, using his opponents momentum against him, Sven predicted the path of his blow and gripped it before raising his leg and landing a powerful kick into the red heads chin sending him soaring into the sky.

Sven prepared a follow up attack but was blindsided by punch from his right, hurling across the impacted soil Sven raised his gaze upwards at his attacker to find a molten rock golem wreathed in flames, before it dissapeared and vanished into the ground. Before he could react, Sven was knee'd in his stomach by a vicious flame-empowered blow and was sent flying high above the crowd of onlookers and onto the other side of them. As he landed he could feel blood begin to pool in his mouth, as whatever blow he had received had burnt his cloths where it had hit.

"This is the difference between us, Sven." Igrasil was practically pushing students aside to get to him, his hands were set ablaze with fire and he had a savage glint in his eyes that promised pain. "You're just like the NPC's, you're not human at all... not like me!" As he charged at him, Ignis and Alice got in his way, Ignis was beginning to cast her own fire spell when Igrasil was tackled to the ground out of nowhere by armed warriors in PikanVale uniforms. Igrasil foamed at the mouth when he eyed the red head who had gotten in his way.

"IGNIS!! DeeEAArr sisssteERRRR!" He about ruined his vocal cords as he called out to her, that savage glint in his eyes twinkling as her red hair was reflected off the surface of his evil orbs. Ignis quaked as she faced him, only separated by the trained warriors that blocked his every movement. "I've foooouuunnd yooouuuu~" He said in a sickly tone as he was dragged out of the room by 10 high level warriors. When he left her sight she finally gave into the forces of gravity and fell to the floor. Sven crawled over to her, his face still bloody and his ribs certainly broken, when he was next to her he could see the fear written in her face, he could see it in the thousand yard stare as she didn't even seem to notice him as he entered her peripheral vision. The horrors that he induced in her, just how deep do they go?