Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying | Lila & Rhea
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9:55 in the morning. Time for the first class of the day. Or, at least, the first class that Lila was actually going to attend.
The only reason Lila ever bothered to attend her Ranged Combat class was because occasionally the professor would allow the students to practice what they learned. And because Lila never paid attention, being fully confident that her techniques that she had learned from living on the street were more than good enough, she just did whatever she wanted. Of course, she never went far enough to actually kill another student. Maybe a few cuts here and there, the worst she had done was break a leg, not her own, at the very beginning to show that she wasn’t to be messed with.
She got to class, sat in the seat she had claimed in the back, and put her feet up on the desk. The professor got to class exactly on time, and spoke. “Today we will be doing demonstrations to see what you have all learned throughout the year. I would like to ask for two volunteers to fight in front of the whole class.”
Lila smiled sharply. Without any hesitation she stood up, declaring herself as the first volunteer. “So which one of you want to fight against me?” She was itching to fight somebody strong. This was going to be fun.
