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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Alright, kiddos, here's the deets." The class would be arraigned around a table, an older looking rifle set on top as the instructor, Lone Wolf, briefed the class. "The police have sectioned off fifteen blocks. People have been evacuated, but there are still an unknown number of citizens in the area. There is a lone gunman, played by yours truly, that's taking potshots at everything that moves. Initial attempts to get close have not only been met with gunfire, but also hidden explosives. Ideally, a gap would be made in this unknown minefield, but this guy also knows the location to a bomb somewhere in Tokyo that could potentially kill hundreds." He would load bullets into a clip, each one tipped with a brightly colored round. "There are no specialists the Association can fall back on right now, so they're choosing the quality of quantity. Many of you will die, but all that matters is getting the target. Alive." He presses the clip into the rifle's magazine, closing the bolt. "Take thirty minutes to prepare yourselves. You will be deployed all around the zone, and on the signal you will be sent in. Happy hunting.~" Jun could not curse the name of Lone Wolf hard enough. He had a reputation. Books were out, exercises were in. Jun didn't mind this, except every exercise with Lone Wolf was him taking pot shots at the class as a whole. This one was no different, but there was a method to the madness: pay attention to your surroundings, be mindful of ambushes, and you need to operate under pressure. There was an unspecified time limit, but Jun wasn't going to rush. Each shot off in the distance meant another classmate was "killed"; the Wolf couldn't legally shoot live rounds at students, but rubber bullets would be a good reminder of what not to do in the future. She'd peek around a corner, taking note of a few vantages that the gunman might be sitting in... Farrin

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ell this was certainly different. Farrin hadn't run any exercises with Lone Wolf yet. Most of his classes were taught by a hero that went by SuperNova, a reputable fire quirk user. But, where SuperNova's simulations usually saw freshmen matched together, this exercise appeared to be a mix of students from all grades and levels. Additionally, outside of sparring with some of the other educators, most of his practical training involved bomb threats and hostage situations. While explosives both large and small were employed by Lone Wolf, the actual objective was to take the teacher in. To that end, Farrin hadn't made much progress yet though he hadn't been shot yet either. 

Farrin knelt at the corner of an alleyway. Grounds Beta was massive. It wouldn't be easy to pin down the hero educator's position without some information to go off of. Unfortunately, most of the students were spread out, attempting a wide-net approach. The problem with such methodology lay in a lack of communication or intel retrieval. If they were paired up into teams, when one member went down, the others could triangulate the gunner's rough position. That was not the case here. 

So, Farrin took it one step at a time. He could speed through the city like no one else, but with mine bombs planted throughout their theater of war, that was a risk. He relied on Temporal Resonance, something of a danger sense, to warn him of nearby explosives, but that meant moving slowly. Farrin leaned around the corner, eyeing the building tops. He wasn't shot yet.

I need ta get up high. 

If Lone Wolf was focused on the streets, he might not expect to be attacked from along the rooftops. It would also be infinitely easier to spot him, or at least track the sound of the gunfire, from up high. That was it, the makings of a plan.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... There were still a lot of habits that Jun hadn't picked up on in Lone Wolf, but she knew enough that this scenario was both a challenge of his skills and a challenge for the students; the former to see how well he could deal with multiple opponents no doubt, and the latter because it helped them not to be seen unless it was necessary. At least, so she thought. It was highly speculative of her. She darted out from her cover to head towards a new alley, eyes up on the high rise. The mines he normally employed were proximity fused, and very easy to see. They were made with some level of camouflage so that they'd be hard to detect, but she had encountered enough of them to know what they looked like. She could easily spot one and react before- In a flash she saw it, and time seemed to slow down. What looked like a coffee cannister had sprung up from the ground, pieces of dirt and mock asphalt flying up. Oh no. She turned, ring flashing and barely creating a shield before the mine went off, throwing her back a few feet and knocking her on her back. Of course he changed mine types, she says, body aching as she rolled back to her feet and began scanning, yanking an anchor off her belt. Sure enough, she saw a flash, and ducking down barely avoided the round as it sailed over her head. throwing the anchor up, the chain began to let out and right as it reached the top of the building she began to reel herself up, moving in a zig-zag in order to throw off his aim. There were a few more narrow misses before she got to the top keeping herself down as she grit her teeth. Pick someone else, dammit! Mark lowered his weapon, glancing over at the monitor as he looked at where exactly all the other students were at. So far he eliminated four from the exercise, but there were eighteen more to go. She's improved, he muses, taking out another clip and pressing it into the magazine. The older students were definitely going to be harder to deal with, but that was fine. He had contingencies in place to deal with them; the first years had no chance whatsoever of making it past the outer perimeter, and it always came down to fighting the last fight in the building he was on. Speaking of...the Irish kid. O'Rourke? Yeah, he was a little too close to the Kanjo kid. Best to try and drive a wedge between them now before they teamed up, beginning to take aim at his last known location... Farrin

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arrin's ascent was timed with the latest ring of Lone Wolf's rifle. His little maneuver was going to require a distraction, so the time-turner had waited. Just as the firearm sounded off, Farrin turned the corner on one knee, and rolled a few broken pieces of rock from fallen debris across the floor, then ducked back into the alley. A series of booms signaled the detonation of those mines just in front of the fake office building that made the alleyway wall. 

Farrin darted around the corner and leaped into the building. Time's sixth sense flared. Danger. Farrin tucked into a roll and heard the telltale beep of one of the mines. He kicked off the ground in a lunge straight through the stairwell doorway. An explosion of light and reduced concussive force trailed him. He was thrown off mark, slamming into the stairwell railing hard, but otherwise, he was okay. The burning sensation at the back of his brain, the one that warned him of coming danger, had died down. Hopefully, that meant only the first floor of the buildings was rigged. 

From there, Farrin sped his way up the stairwell to the rooftop. As he had hoped, the rest of this building, at least, was clear. The time-turner belly crawled out the doorway. If Lone Wolf was watching, he would see the door open, but nobody at least. No target. If he wasn't looking, well, the scene was less likely to grab his attention than a student rushing onto the rooftop. The journey ended as Farrin reached the building parapet. He leaned against the stone, waiting for the next ring of Lone Wolf's rifle. Maybe from up here, he could spot the sniper - but he wasn't about to test that theory without so much as the right direction to look.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Mark frowned. It was easy to knock out the first years with rifle fire, but Farrin was in a class of his own. Initially Mark realized Farrin was walking into a few of his traps, and he looked on with interest to see what would happen. Namely, that Farrin would be knocked on his ass and allow for one well-placed shot to eliminate him. But that didn't happen, and Farrin had made it to the same building Kanjo had ended up in. He glanced back at his monitors, making note of a few other targets of interest. "Two of you get a pass for now," he says, taking note of one student in particular as he trained his rifle in that direction, readying himself. Jun pressed herself in cover as she took a few deep breaths, waiting a few seconds before acting. The shots were way too close, and she was surprised she managed to avoid them the way she did. She had to resist the urge to pop her head up over to check out what she might see in the distance, else he might get a good shot on her head. Last thing she needed was to be put in the hospital again. The sound of nearby explosions caught her attention, and she couldn't help but wince. Her face turned a slight shade of green as a few old memories resurfaced, knowing what that could mean. I can't dwell on it, she thinks, beginning to crawl along the wall. Assuming Lone Wolf was still looking in her direction, she had to relocation while line of sight was broken. If she could make it to the edge- A door opened and closed. Someone was now on top of her rooftop. She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning to see...wait, it was that arrogant guy. What was his name again? At the very least he had sense enough to stay low and out of sight; if those explosions were because of him then it was possible Lone Wolf was still looking their way. "Hey!" She called out trying to get his attention. "Over here!" Farrin

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arrin rested against the stone parapet. His potential options were limited at the moment. In a real-life situation, Farrin would have hated the wait, even more than he did now, but getting himself hit, or killed if it were real, wouldn't do anybody any good. Even if he did get a bead on Lone Wolf's position, he wasn't going to outshoot him with the miniature cannons on his wrists. While talented, Farrin was still fairly novice with long-ranged weaponry. Lone Wolf was a professional. No, for now, the best option was to wait for the opportune moment, then hit hard and fast. 

That was until he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. It was the second-year student from the training facility, Jun. Rather than stand and make himself an easy target, in case Lone Wolf was scanning the rooftops, Farrin rolled on over a few meters, then pushed himself up against more stone cover at the rooftop's edge. So, she had the same idea - well, at least this far in. 

"Got any idea where he's holed up?" Farrin asked. "I didn't have much info ta' work wit' while down on the streets n' just got up 'ere now." 

Finally, a crack of the rifle. That sounded like it was coming from almost directly behind them. It also meant Lone Wolf had his sights set on someone else - unless it was a feign. It was the reverse psychology loop, except with rifle fire. What's more, Farrin wasn't familiar enough with the hero professor. 

"We need a strategy."

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun winced a little at the fresh crack. She couldn't quite tell if it was directed at them, or someone else. Either way, it just solidified the problem that they needed to put an end to this, and quickly. Though she wasn't sure if she'd be wanting to do this with some foreign exchange student who thought he was all that. "You don't say," she says at his strategy comment, shifting a little to barely peak her head out from cover. Sure, it was risky, but she wanted to see if she could catch any flashes in the distance. To which she was not rewarded. Dropping her head back down, she let out a sigh as she started to spin one of her rings. "Got an idea. The tall building, think it's about eight stories. Think he's on level five or higher, but all I know is it's not the roof. He's also employing a new type of mine." The roof, she was now realizing, was a mistake. But at the very least there was some cover. "Not a lot of people have completed the goal of this test, and believe it or not the key is teamwork. He seems distracted by our classmates, so we need to get down and push forward." She'd move pass Farrin, beginning to head towards the far side of the building. "We'll have to act quick, but there's an alleyway across the way. It's no doubt trapped, but as long as you can keep up we can get back into cover before he tries to turn his attention back to us." Farrin

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arrin fought every instinct to roll his eyes at Jun's sass. Whatever grudge she carried from their little disagreement back in the training facility, it draped over her eyes like a muddied veil. They didn't have time for this. Luckily, she was quick to rectify the situation. Rather than ramble on the obviousness of Farrin's statement, she actually took the risk of leaning over the edge for a moment - with a rough position too. 

As long as he could keep up? Jun's presumptuous nature would one day get the better of her. Few were those Farrin couldn't dust, not that he would put that time-turned speed to the test in this scenario. Too many mine bombs to rush ahead like that. 

"We should trail the way I came up. Only mine was on the bottom floor n' it's already been detonated," Farrin started, rolling over a few times, then darting in a crouch to the door. 

Assuming Jun followed, Farrin would dart down the stairwell, making for the bottom floor. "So, we move along the alleyways ta' flank the buildin', right? As good a shot as he is, he can only be lookin' one way at a time. We get around ta' the backside o' the buildin, maybe we come up from beneath n' try ta' surprise him." 

It wouldn't be Farrin's first direct bout with one of UAU's educators. He fought the likes of Leonid in his first week and nearly toppled the giant. He threw down with Dauntless as well. Both battles were lost, but Farrin had far exceeded the professors' expectations. He could do it here too. They only needed to get in close. So, once on the first floor, Farrin flipped through the shattered storefront and sped into the alleyway Jun had originally mentioned. There, he would wait for her approach. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Unfortunately for Farrin, Jun was already hopping over the side of the building, utilizing her quirk to create a chain and slow her descent. "He's going to have the alley's mined, too, so you should wait for me to clear the way!" she says, thinking that he'd be right behind her. Unfortunately for the two of them, pulling in two directions would have dire ramifications. As Jun makes her way to the ground, still fueled by the fear of breaking something from the fall, another of those special jumping mines popped up in front of her. Being unable to summon a shield she did the next best thing: cover the mine in as many chains as possible. And while there was some level of success, there was the unfortunate problem of the chains becoming shrapnel, going in every direction. Farrin would also be met with one of these mines. Time seemed to slow down, and as he approached the alley's mouth he'd see it: a cannister flying up from the ground, primed to explode. Mark's shot went off about the same time as the twin explosions in the distance. Sixteen left, seven which were first years. The upperclassmen were much more wily, so it was time he start taking stock of where they were and try to take them out. He couldn't eliminate all the first years out the gate, they have to try and get past the first layer of defenses! There were a few second years and higher that he had to deal with, but he also had to check in on the alliance that he had accidentally made- Oh. They went their separate ways? And dealing with mines no less! He couldn't help but laugh, singling out another upperclassmen and shifting his position to start taking aim. It was dangerous, but he was going to let those two sort their shit out before he started taking pot shots again. Besides, they were entering into the second layer of defenses: they'd have to deal with all that. Farrin

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arrin shrugged as he found Jun hadn't followed. The sound of an explosion signaled that the upperclassmen had gone her own way. He had already confirmed the stairwell and lower floors of this particular building had been clear of mines, plus there was less risk of exposure if they simply kept low and went inside. Skidding to a stop though, he was met with his own surprise. 

The mine leaped up from the ground, moving in slow motion in Farrin's eyes. The mine by itself hardly posed a threat. It was the position it would force him into that was unfavorable. Farrin summoned a field of translucent emerald around the device, slowing the detonation, as well as the explosion which was soon to follow. The explosive rocked the alley in what might sound like an elongated boom, the sound itself taking time to penetrate Farrin's temporal deceleration field, then another few seconds still to escape its effects. The time-turner, however, was already gone. 

"Shite, shite, shite," he repeated under his breath. 

To avoid any damage, he had backpedaled out into the street, into the open, then zoomed toward the alleyway Jun would have descended into earlier. Unaware of Lone Wolf's strategy, his decision to let them go, for now, Farrin had double-timed it across that street, doing his best to avoid such open spaces. Another bomb spat up. Another field. Then a second, he zig-zagged around the devices, then slid into the alley, the slowed force of the bombs washing over him and sending him into a tumble. Luckily, he hadn't been caught close enough to suffer real damage, but it was closer than he would have liked. 

Coming to a stand, he leaned against the alley wall. "Feckin hell," he sighed. Hero Prep had not been anywhere near as intense. There was plenty of learning hero law, ethics, and how to master one's quirk, but the simulations were juvenile compared to UAU's. Farrin would look to Jun. "Yuh alright?" He'd ask, assuming she was in decent enough condition after her own explosive run-in with Lone Wolf's traps.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The blast had pushed Jun back against the wall, mildly concussed but otherwise fine. Thin black lines made their way through the green of her suit, as well as a red line beginning on her right shoulder. She rolled her arm, wincing a little as she was more than certain if this was a real scenario, she'd either be maimed or dead. The important thing to know was she was alive. And apparently, so was Farrin. She didn't catch his first encounter, though subsequent explosions caught her attention, realizing that he went an entirely different way than her. As he came into view she just gave him a nonplussed look. "I'm fine," she says, her tone flat, "though I imagine you just barely managed to avoid trouble. You did hear me say that few completed this assignment, right?" She'd slowly make her way to the alleyway's opening, looking across the way only briefly before searching for the building the Wolf occupied; while she couldn't see the flash, she at least heard the crack of the rifle. "There's layers of defenses. This guy is notorious for leaving out details in his briefs. Like the fact his mines jump, and who knows what else the closer we get?" She'd take a deep breath, shaking her head. "He's probably looking this way. I can probably clear as far back into that alley as possible, but that'll draw more attention than we've already caused." She glanced his way, shrugging. "Unless you don't mind us taking the heat off our comrades. I don't have a map on me, but I imagine past this street the defenses will only get tougher. We'd become the primary threat, and give everyone else a better chance of getting to at least this point." Farrin

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 had it under control," he started. "N' yeah, I heard yuh. Did yuh' hear me when I explained me' path back down the stairwell was clear of explosives?" The mines in the street nearly scored some damage, but that didn't discredit his initial route. He was safe until he reached the first alley and was forced to double back to the second. 

Farrin followed the second-year student to the mouth of the alleyway. Lone Wolf was dug in deep, but they had to do something. The two students could play it slow and safe, navigate around the myriad mine bombs dotting the streets and alleyways, or they could act. Every grain of sand that drained from the hourglass lowered their odds as more and more of their fellow students were eliminated. And, well, Farrin was never one for waiting. 

"Yuh said yuh could knock down that stone pillar easily wit' yer quirk right? I think it time we play some offense," Farrin said, snatching up a few loose stones from the rubble and detritus left behind by the mines they detonated. "I can probably grab his attention meself. I'm fast n' have a fair chance at outmaneuverin' even a fair number o' his little party tricks. While he tries ta' line up a shot on me, you bombard the buildin'. No hostages involved in this exercise, n' our only goal is ta' apprehend him. Even if yuh dun' know what floor he's on, his aim should be thrown off at the least. If he relocates, we're buyin' e'eryone some time ta' close the distance. Lettin' 'em all know what buildin' he's in too." 

Farrin stood among the fastest of his peers. Faster than most of the university's professors too. Maybe all of them. What's more, he could summon several temporal deceleration fields like umbrellas that would slow Lone Wolf's rounds as they passed through each field. While Lone Wolf was focused on him, Jun could simultaneously shake things up for the professor and signal his position to their peers. Worst-case scenario, only either Farrin or Jun were removed from play. As far as he was concerned, it was their best option. Even if it cost each of them some stamina and didn't see the sniper caught, they could still rest up before approaching again, and at least the others would know where to go. 
 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked back at him, her expression flat. She wanted to say something about not hearing him, because she really didn't. They split for all of five seconds, and in that five seconds they nearly removed themselves from the exercise. This in of itself was irritating enough, but now was not the time to be discussing that. Instead, she had to walk back what he was suggesting. "There's no telling who's in that building, though. If the threat of civilian casualties was zero, I would have put several shells through it by now. Sure, there might not be hostages, but at the same time Lone Wolf can't be trusted. While he wouldn't put anyone in direct danger, he wouldn't be above putting facsimiles up. Trust me, I tried that last time I took this test." She didn't want to tell of her previous failures, but she had to emphasize them just to get the point across. "I have an idea, but it requires no talking. If I put you on mine clearing duty, do you trust me to keep you shielded?" She closed her eyes, trying to grab hold of what little compassion she felt in order to create a small buckler in her left hand. "I can make multiple to keep a wall between us and him, but I'd really have to focus." Farrin

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here weren't supposed to be any civilian dummies in this exercise. At least, none were mentioned in the briefing and there hadn't been any in the streets. It wouldn't make sense for the only populated zone to be the building Lone Wold was in, which didn't really simulate any sort of realistic scenario, but this was one case where Jun's tenure had to count. She had experience with the guy, Farrin didn't. 

"Eh, sure, but the plan I had ta' clear a path is gonna be pretty loud," he said, picking one of the stones cupped in his left arm up and throwing it into the air before catching it. "Luckily, e'ery mine that goes off is gonna blow more rubble up n' about. I'll use that wit' me quirk ta' create as direct a path ta' the buildin' as possible. If things get desperate, I can speed us up, but no tellin' how many explosives are out there we'd have ta' cross."

He turned, looking back out of the alleyway. Assuming she hadn't anything to say, he would speak up himself. "Alright, let's get this over wit'." And with that, Farrin would turn the corner, envelop the first piece of rubble in a temporal acceleration field, and lobbed it into a roll across the ground. Two mines detonated, and so Farrin followed the path of stone. He could only hope Jun was following to hold up her end of the strategy. When he approached the end of the first stone's roll, he pulled out another one and repeated the process. More mines went off, but at least neither of the students were close. This wasn't the fastest approach, but if Jun could keep her defenses up, it was the surest.    

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "I can deal with loud," she says, taking another deep breath. "Just...no talking." As much as she wanted to say it, it was because she figured Farrin would say something that would case her anger to eclipse her compassion. In order to maintain a shield wall she couldn't let her emotions falter, and drawing up the will to create said wall was going to be hard enough as it was. As long as he could focus on keeping the path ahead clear, she could focus on keeping them safe. Thankfully, she didn't have to make the bubble all encompassing. She'd start to step out, and as she channeled her emotions a series of shields facing outward would form. Some would be in the shape of the Greek round shield, others would be Viking shields. Occasionally would be a European kite shield, but all of these had the same purpose: be as overlapping as possible to provide a defense for the two of them. And the bulk would be focused towards the building. The going would be slow, but seeing as how Farrin had cleared down the street with just a couple stones things were looking up. Another shot, and another student down. Most of the rest were starting to penetrate into layer two, which meant Mark had to stepping up his game. He didn't manage to get all the upperclassmen, but it didn't matter. If they made it to the building then he had a bunch of surprises in store for them. Besides, the second layer of defense had a mixture of hidden mines and traps. Speaking of, he needed to check in on the only team up that had happened, see if he needed to- Would you look at that... They perceived they were boxed in, which they were, and found a solution to solve it. At the very least, he wasn't getting five or eight inch shells lobbed at him, so there was progress on the Kanjo kid. But he couldn't have the two of them working together like that. Well, it was smart and ideally in a real situation like this there would be teamwork to not only keep the gunman busy, but also have a squad penetrate layers like this, but Mark was playing as the opposition. He wanted to win as the bad guy and had taken measures to ensure that. He had to make sure the students had a greater desire, and had the intelligence to back it up. This wasn't an exercise on brute force, it was an exercise in taking a shitty hand and making the best of it. Of testing their awareness and planning around them. Looking down the sights Mark noticed something: a weakness in their strategy. It was hard to see but there was a hole in Jun's wall; overlapping the shields was a good move, but when dealing with geometry there was only so much you could do with curves like that. It also looked like Kanjo was having a hard time maintaining the advance. He only had one shot to disrupt the whole thing. It wouldn't be a kill shot, but it would disrupt their strategy... Farrin

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