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Hunter: EXPLAIN!

“Will you please explain?” I snarled at the oh so wonderful Doctor Mills. He nodded, then started to walk, motioning for me to follow. I followed him through several long hallways until he stopped at a metal gray door. He knocked, and then we entered. “Ah, good, new meat.” A giant of a man smiled at me, showing off teeth as sharp as a cat’s, but, mine were as sharp as a wolf’s. “Yes, Roger, new meat.” The Doctor chuckled, before explaining to me, “This is you gym teacher, Carlie. He is also your sparring partner. You have to do you best to knock him down and pin him.” I gaped up at this man called Roger. He grinned at me, then spread his arms wide, showing to a wide array of mats. A thin mat, a thick mat, an extra thick mat… So many choices!

Pick that one!
No, that one!
THAT ONE, PICK THAT ONE!

“Shut up, you guys!” I growled, so low I was sure the teachers didn’t hear me, but as I started to walk over to the mats, I saw Roger look at the Doctor, who shrugged. Jason, Mack and Tim all shut up. I run.

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