Melona had mixed feelings about her self defense course. On the one hand, she was about as awful as defensive magic as she was at all other fields of magic, Professor Fortis seemed to take a perverse delight in terrifying her students, and they'd just gotten past the bruise-and-first-degree-burn inducing spells and had moved on to the stuff that could do some actual damage.
On the other hand, running away was often a valid way of getting a decent grade during the sparring sessions, and only a couple of students had aim good enough to hit Melona before she managed to get behind cover. So really, it was a mixed bag.
"All right maggots, listen up!"
Professor Fortis was not like the other professors at the Academy. Yes, she had the soccer-ball breasts, broad hips, and beautiful features that half the other professors had. She was also somewhere over six feet tall, had the muscles of a professional bodybuilder, and wore what appeared to be a one-piece that glistened almost as much as her tanned, sweat-soaked skin. There was also the matter of her drill-sergeant voice and fondness for insulting the class.
Everyone stood at attention when Fortis told them to listen. Even Melona's friend Drif, who was in the same class as her and tended to view defying authority as a kind of game, did so most of the time. Fortis paced in front of the class as they stood outside, single file, praying that they wouldn't attract her attention or her ire, which were typically the same thing anyway.
"I know you little runts don't read the syllabus, so I'll tell you what you should already know. Today, we're taking a break from the flashy stuff! No fireballs! No bolts of force!" She looked down the row of students. Drif, despite her best efforts, was losing focus and beginning to slouch. Fortis whispered a spell under her breath. As though gripped by an invisible hand, Drif's head was wrenched upwards and backwards until she was standing upright again. "I was about to say no telekinesis, but I guess you had to prove me wrong, shorty!" She glowered down at Drif, who looked back up at her with a mixture of terror, defiance, and masochistic arousal. Fortis seemed to interpret this as proper submission, and thus elected to move on. "Now don't think this is gonna be a fun little break from your usual pummeling. What we're about to do is more dangerous than any thrown boulder or blast of hellfrost! I want your full attention or else someone WILL get hurt, and if that happens, it'll take more than a trip to the nurse's office to heal up!"
The class shifted uncomfortably.
"Good! Fear! That's what you should be feeling when you even think about today's lesson! Now--"
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