"Argh somebody save me, I'm dying!"
We both hear someone's voice screaming from the field.
"What's happening over there?" Wilson asked.
"Seems like someone's apparently dying."
"Wanna go take a look?"
"Sure, why not? We're already late anyway, few minutes more won't make any difference." I say and we go towards the site.
As I had guessed, it was one of the fields for training. But it was for a higher ranked class so the place was better than the one we had.
"Why are there so many people here?" Wilson asked. He couldn't see because there were many people at the site, but I saw it.
At the center, there was a student thrashing on the ground and Lazarus yapping at him.
"Stop pussying out and get up!"
"I can't! You broke my leg; how can you do such a thing!"
"I didn't break your leg, your accusing me for nothing." Lazarus said.
"What's happening?" Wilson jumped, trying to catch a glimpse, "I can't see anything."
