"What do we do now?" Tristan asked, heaving a sigh. They were rather distant from the rest of the class since they now stood on the hall's left side. Professor Norvic did not send any bolts their way, leaving them safe.
At least, this was until they dared to step out again. The moment they did, both men expected to be shot down on site.
Rather than give a proper response, Isril burst into laughter, so much so that he started to roll on the ground.
"This class is fun, let's do more of it!" The silver-haired student exclaimed, his eyes lit with excitement.
"That's one way to put it," Tristan showed helplessness. He had acted on impulse, and his body had been able to keep up, even if his thighs and calves slightly ached right after. They were okay now, though.