Bloody Repercussions
Judoc has only begun his second year of classes, but already he is up to his chin in study and preparation. Given his long-term goal of becoming a battle mage In the Megalan armies, he had jumped at the chance to enroll in Battle Magic, and he had enthusiastically thrown himself into his coursework. Practicing on dummies and memorizing incantations had whetted his appetite, but now they were going to get into some real combat, and Judoc is energized to be given a stage to showcase his ever-growing talents. At the same time, however, he feels an uncharacteristic nagging doubt in the back of his mind. The man he would be fighting would likely have killed before. Judoc has never taken a life, although he had once been angry enough at Brother Loke to strangle the man. That hot rage had cooled considerably, although the young mageling still harbors a secret desire to take revenge against the Templar.
As he walks, he thinks back to Mariana and Elliot's tragic duel. The whole affair had been terrible, and as much as Judoc had been loath to admit it, incomprehensible to him. After the demon's summoning in their first year, the small group from the Hall of Soldiers had fractured. Giles was gone, kicked out after a second infraction. Mariana was dead. When Judoc saw Grobbik and Indrid in the common area, he made small talk with them, but their conversations were never beyond the superficial. Perhaps it was just as well. They were all rivals, after all, and the majority of each class never made it to the end. Judoc planned to be there, of course, and he relished the thought of that sadist Loke's face when Judoc would ultimately reject a commission with the Templars.
But what had driven such a wedge of hatred between Elliot and Mariana? There had been whispers that the two had briefly been lovers, although Judoc had discounted that out of hand. Mariana had been sensible, for a woman at least, and she had seemed to take pity on Elliot more than anything else. As for the funeral pyre Elliot had crafted for Mariana, who would have guessed that the fellow had learned his lessons so well? Elliot had always been the weakest of their group. Ironic, Judoc muses. Likely Mariana's tutelage had ultimately been what killed her.
Today, though, he banishes these ghosts of the past. Today would be the next step in Judoc's career as one of the most brilliant battle mages to ever serve Megalas. He imagines how he will describe the day to his future biographers, how he will completely dominate the wretch sent to face him in combat and how he will graciously pardon his adversary after Judoc's inevitable triumph. He mentally runs through his list of spells, smiling broadly. Brother Moloran had cautioned against showing pity to the thieves and murders they would face, but Judoc the Merciful has a nice ring to it.
Catching up to his tutor, Judoc asks a few questions about the rules of the combat. "How will our opponents be armed? Are any spells off-limits? What tactics will work best in a fight against physical attacks?"