A knife flew towards our group, and pandemonium took over.
A group of guards stood a few feet away, engaged in urgent conversation.
Rather than address a specific body part or group, I tested several of the new machines and acclimated to the equipment.
No one questioned the order, and Saki and I led the group across the entrance hall.
That had been the biggest job of the summer, when a huge group of people from the collapsing world of Zanthar had come through the Passages at once.
While there was no staircase accessing the third floor from the back side of the building, a narrow one in the front led to a cozy library and common area for students working on a group project or a professor holding a special lecture session.
And Nell had moved to the front of the group, a blur of strikes and slashes with a dagger.
The third-floor fitness center was packed with a large group of students.
I quickly pushed the window wider, pulled myself out, and tiptoed around the group, ready to run.
Another group of guards had gathered by this point, surrounding us and asking questions.
