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Danny's eyebrow was twitching as he struggled to concentrate. The sound of the big screen TV, blaring some stupid welcoming seminar video about the 'summoning syndrome', was not helping him, nor were Myuu's whimpers or Sam's steady stream of curses towards this government and everyone in it.

But all the same, he bit down on his choice words for them and kept to his task. He knew better than to question Sam while she was having one of her moments, and it seemed like this was Myuu's first ever medical check up, and she felt violated. Danny himself had to admit that the nurses were more thorough than they probably needed to be.

"I'm in." Danny mumbled from his seat next to an ethernet plug. It had taken him a while to get through their systems while in human form from a remote access point, but he had done he located his and Myuu's files and replaced some of the genetic information and more questionable information with results that wouldn't make anyone raise an eyebrow. "Its done."

"About time." Sam grumbled as she started to pull off the tie that went with the school uniforms they had been shoved into after their medical examination and through the strangling device into a nearby garbage can.

"They didn't have to poke them so much." Myuu whined, her arms trying and failing to conceal her chest from sight. Even one of the large tops seemed to be struggling to hold in the smaller girl's bust.

Danny was trying to think of a way of consoling the girl when the door opened and two people that Sam would describe as 'meat head jocks', popped into the room. "About time!" Sam snapped angrily at them. "You going to take us to our dorms or not?"

One of the two nearly identical meat heads seemed to laugh. "You've got spirit, that's good. But their is one last test you need to do before we send you off to get settled down." The guys each had dark brown hair, though one was a military cut, while the other was less regimented if still a little short. It was the only feature that could tell them apart. They were both middle aged men with the kind of build you would expect to see in a wrestling ring. Most likely they were the equivalent of gym teachers here.

"Another one?" Myuu whined as she though of the poking and questioning she had just gone through.

"Yeah, after all, you have to take your placement exams to see what classes you'll be in." The second meat head said with a laugh.

This time it was Danny's turn to pale. He was clever enough and knew his way around a breadboard, but he couldn't pass a written exam to save his life. "Do... do we have time to study first? I mean, we just got back for another world. We need time." He said in a worried voice. Maybe he could talk Sam and Myuu into just flunking with him. No wait, Myuu was new to this world, just how much could she know about its science and history?

But then the instructors both broke out laughing. "It isn't that kind of exam, kid." One said with a shake of the head. "It's a combat test. We are going to see how well you fight. You'll each be fighting one of us so we can see what you're made of."

Danny didn't know whether to cry with relief, or for the lives of however had to go up against Sam. Restraint wasn't exactly her strong suit and she was more than a little pissed as it is. He could see the smirk spreading across the 'Goddess of Victory''s face as she moved to follow.

"Isn't it rather dangerous for us to be fighting? I mean... with our magic, we could really do some serious damage to you." Myuu said nervously. Even in sparring, their would be a good chance of injury or even death if anyone went too far. One wrong move, or a spirit barrier that is just a little too weak, and they could be in serious trouble. Myuu didn't think she knew magic that could fight someone without killing them. Even her wind magic was fairly deadly compared to most.

But the large men just started to laugh. "You don't have to worry. There is a protective barrier around all of babel that protests us from taking any real damage." One said waving off the girl's concern. "All the damage you would take just gets turned into low level bio feedback. So even though it will still hurt like the dickens, their isn't really any risk of death."

"Though if you take too much of a pounding, you will still pass out from the pain." The other one added.

"Explains the bounded field over the entire building." Danny mumbled to Sam. "Seems like a lot of trouble to go through to make something like that. Wouldn't a simpler solution be to just not fight each other?"

"Babel is supposed to serve to train you all to use your magic. Can't really do that if you can't fight." The first meathead said.

"In other words they want to make weapons out of us, big shocker." Sam said angrily.

"Here we are." An instructor said, as they stopped in front of a pair of massive steel doors. Pressing a few keys of a pad next to the door, it opened to reveal a giant Colosseum like stadium with a wall completely covered in weapons of nearly every shape and size. "Pick whatever it is that you want and we will get started."

Danny's eyes went over the weapons, wondering what he should take, trying to come up with a strategy to win without revealing his full strength. He saw Myuu going up and grabbing a broadsword, giving it a test swing.

"Nice choice." One of the instructors said with a nodded.

Danny didn't agree. With the field around them, any bladed weapon would be less useful than one that would rely on a heavy impact that would cause pain. You needed to generate enough pain in order to distract and knock out your opponent. So Danny went and grabbed a long chain with a heavy spiked ball on the end, checked the strength of the metal before grinning and returning to the teachers.

"Interesting." An instructor said, starring at the heavy ball. Then he noticed Sam hadn't bothered to go and look for a weapon. "Aren't you going to pick something?"

"To fight jokers like you? Not thanks, not needed." Sam scoffed. Danny quickly realized she was planning not to hold back with her magic, those idiots didn't stand a chance.

"Oh... alright then. Who's first?" One of the two men asked.

"Might as well be me." Danny said with a sigh, stepping forward with his chosen weapon. "So are you going to grab a sword or something? Or do I have to beat up an unarmed man?"

...

My students are finishing their finals, so I need to start grading them. Might finish this chapter off tonight if I still have the energy or I might work on it during my next class's final exam.

The flail will not be Danny's final weapon. It is just something for this fight alone.