Chapter 35: Drink 2 liters of water a day
The Stupenstone hit the scarecrow with a POP! The straw-stuffed dummy jerked back from the blow, one arm sagging like it had momentarily forgotten its job.
Fabrisse didn’t celebrate. He was already lining up the next shot.
Oval in shape, walled in with reinforced ward-bricks and segmented by invocation-safe channels, the training ground was one of the quieter yards on the northern fringe of campus. One actually had to book in advance, and Greg did so for Fabrisse after he’d asked.
He’d been here for nearly two hours now. Just him, a satchel full of stones, and a growing callus between thumb and index finger from repeated short-channel charge techniques. Charging the stone. Flinging the stone. He hadn’t been able to call the stone back yet, which meant after each round of shooting, he had to come over and pick it up by hand.
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