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“Shake hands,” squealed a scanty girl with long golden hair named Harley Impropio. She ogled at Briel but scowled at Joram, who reached out a hand to take Briel's hand. They were in a wide, circular clearing in a forest covering the northwest corner of the campus. Large boulders and thick stumps covered the clearing, making plenty of cover for a fight.
“Die, proton,” he said as the high sun shone brightly off his sloped forehead, his long arms hanging halfway to his knees.
Joram backed up without speaking to him, almost tripping over a stump while watching as Harley flipped a switch on a rectangular block box at her feet. Lights flashed in rapid succession across the front. It was a concentrator, boosting the level of the campus- wide omni- electric field around that area, as a power supply for the weapons of the venatio fight.
“Let the fight begin,” she squealed again.
Joram watched, shaking nervously, as Briel pressed a button on his belt, his other hand holding a small, flat pistol. There was a quick transformation as his figure glistened from the omni shield.
“You can still back out,” Briel said.
Joram looked at Todd, smirking from the side of the clearing. He looked at Nick who had a worried expression all over his muscular face, and then at Harley, who scowled at him again, which was particularly disappointing since she was so attractive. He knew he would go through with it. He must. How could he give in to Briel and Todd or embarrass himself in front of Harley? Tomma Torstig, Anika Perperam and Earlen Uekte, who had been his friends for so long, sat on a row of stumps near Nick. How could he let them or Nick down? So he removed a similar type weapon and pressed a similar button on his venatio belt. There was a series of cracking and popping sounds as a shield of electricity covered him, transforming his view so that everything had a glassy appearance.
“I'm ready.”
Brilliance like lightning flashed from Briel's gun as Joram dived behind a large boulder. Scrambling, he heard Harley’s squeal-like laugh and saw Todd's smile lengthen beyond the corners of his mouth.
“I thought we were going to fight?” Biel mocked.
“You can't stay behind that rock, buddy,” Nick coached.
Joram lunged out from the rock and fired at his unsuspecting opponent. Light flashed from his gun, but he had missed. Briel whirled and fired back, but Joram had dived behind another rock.
“Hiding again?” Briel laughed. “I thought you wanted to come out and play. How can you call this a dual?”
Joram jumped again, fired, and missed again. But Briel was ready for him. A charge hit him square in his shielded chest, knocking him to the ground. Harley squealed and ran to hug Briel, while Nick pulled the distraught Joram up from the ground.
“You’re really good! You won!” Harley exclaimed with her arms tightly around him.
Nick helped Joram to the side of the clearing, where there was an aging professor with a full head of white hair leaning heavily on a cane.
“Hello Dr. Probo.”
“Come here; I have something to tell you,” said the professor, putting his arm around Joram and walking with him for awhile.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Tomma Torstig.
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