"Look on the bright side, gentleman. It's only a hunting match."
Youzui's captain offered some comfort to the one doing the hard work today. "The school just wants to help us understand the world outside the ivory tower a little better..."
"Helping us learn magic we've never encountered before, sure. Sharing what they know about the rules, too." The Vampire Werewolf lazily raised a hand and flicked away a ghoul's eyeball that had rolled to his feet. "But these things? Some big shots in the Student Union dreamed them up on a whim. They're no help to us at all!"
"I wouldn't say no help at all. They're giving us practical experience, at least." Zhang Jixin shook his head and held up a small cup of pale blue liquid. "Another cup?"
It was the Magic Potion Xiao Xiao had just prepared.
"No, thank you." Dylan had recovered some of the manners befitting an Under the Moon Aristocrat. "The Doctor's potion is potent. My entire jaw is still numb..."
"And you can still talk?" Xiao Xiao glanced at him.
"It isn't me talking. It's my conscience," Mr. Vampire Werewolf replied without batting an eye, then turned his attention to Zheng Qing. "...What are you doing?"
The captain of the You Zui Hunter Team was raising his Remington, its stock covered in "marks," and aiming here and there at the distant tombstones. He looked ready to fire at any moment.
"I want to see if those tombstones are really that sturdy." Zheng Qing squinted down the barrel and gave an honest answer.
"Ordinary Talisman Bombs probably won't do anything." Having just punched a tombstone several times, the red-faced wizard knew something about that. He rubbed his chin and added uncertainly, "As for special Talisman Bombs... didn't the Hunting Committee ban you from