Instructor Ghast was curled up on the arena floor, hugging his legs. He had been completely traumatized. Pictures of porcelain dolls kept flashing through his mind. They were grabbing at his clothes and asking if he wanted to play.
Kana stood there and sighed as she waved her hand, erasing all memories of what just happened and putting Ghast asleep for a few minutes while she turned to Mei Ling, who was looking at the ground spinning her foot in the dirt with her hands behind her back. She was waiting to be scolded.
"Mei Ling." Kana looked at Mei Ling, who did not dare lift her head. "Explanation? This is a test, not a fight to the death. You know this, right?"
