Hey Azrael, did you want to die or something? Why were you training so intensely on the practice field? Do you really think that just practicing until you drop is going to help you catch up to everyone else? No, Azrael, this isn't just about practice, it's also about having a method, a good and well-thought-out one, says the instructor patiently.
Azrael, knowing nothing and seeing that his friends don't really know anything either, has no choice but to think, he has to figure out for himself the meaning of what his instructor told him.
Suddenly, many impacts are heard, boom boom boom, and it sounds like glass shattering violently. And then a shout is heard: "The academy's barrier has been broken!" At that precise moment, Azrael and his friends and the instructor haven't done anything yet, because they didn't hear anything clearly. It's only at the moment when screams of people shouting for help began to sound from the infirmary that they realize the seriousness of the situation.
Some very strange beings appeared, they looked like dragons but at the same time they didn't, because they constantly changed shape. At that moment, Dario, the instructor, reacts and attacks that misshapen thing that doesn't disappear; it seems like thick liquid. "I have to protect the academy! Ahhhh, I'm a little rusty. Time to get serious now," he muttered to himself.
Dario starts attacking faster and faster, stronger, with fierce determination. Little by little he adapts to their rhythm, but the number of those misshapen things doesn't decrease. Hundreds, thousands appear non-stop, and Dario doesn't want to hold back, but he has to because there are many injured people in the infirmary. So he has no choice but to take it elsewhere, but it's difficult for him to reach the part where the summoner is in this chaos.
"Hello, hahahahha! You found me, how lucky you are!" said a mocking voice.
At that moment, that mage who was summoning those things vanished into thin air and began to mock Dario mercilessly. "Were you really that hero-killer? Well, you don't seem strong at all now, you're a walking, old joke," he spat with disdain.
"It's going to be hard to get to that mage without destroying the infirmary. James and Sara, guard the infirmary! I'll take him somewhere far from here," says the instructor with a laugh that is scary and cold.
Azrael, from the room, is frustrated at not being able to do anything useful, while Sara and James fight against a very small number of those creatures, straining themselves to the limit.
"Come on, let's go, mage, don't run away cowardly! I found you!" says Dario excitedly and eager for a fight.
"Hahahahahahaha, let's go to the practice field to play a little more comfortably and without distractions," replied the mage with sarcasm.
Dario, very happy and with a truly frightening smile, begins the definitive attack, while the mage summons millions of those misshapen things to at least tire Dario out with sheer numbers. But Dario is so fast and brutal that after only 10 exact seconds he finished off more than 17 million of those misshapen things without losing his breath.
"Whew, I really am very rusty, it's costing me more than usual. Let's keep warming up, let's see how this follows," said Dario, panting lightly.