Hawk sat next to Lavender on the bench, she let out a shriek, and he looked at her blankly "What's wrong?" he asked.
"You, I've never seen you speak like that before, ever" She whimpered slightly.
"I'm sorry" he smiled slightly "It's how I get when I talk about Crimson, I an't wait to kill that git" He snarled slightly.
"Kill him?" You'll never kill him" came a female cackle, and it didn't come from Lavender.
Hawk leapt off the bench and pulled out his sword, he came face to face with a suductive looking girl, wearing the crimson helm armory, it was then he recognised who she was "Cynder" he hissed.
"Well you can't help who you are, but that's what makes friends so prescious and valuable, they are all who they are, all unique" Tiffany stated.

