Cyrus Rider & Battle Strategies teacher
The Battle Strategies teacher grunted. "You're lucky the headmistress didn't catch you late then." The teacher wasn't stupid, but he wasn't going to get this boy shipped off to slave camp for being a boy. The Battle Strategies teacher looked at a clock that sat on the wall parallel to him. "Any time now they'll dismiss classes. How about we do more planning while we wait." He glared at the few students who groaned. Cyrus whispered back, "Blasius I'm pretty sure." He watched the teacher with a frown. "What else could we possibly cover?"



