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Back The Last Dragon
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. - ONE -
  4. - TWO -
  5. - THREE -
  6. - FOUR -
  7. - FIVE -
  8. - SIX -
  9. - SEVEN -
  10. - EIGHT -
  11. - NINE -
  12. - TEN -
  13. - ELEVEN -
  14. - TWELVE -
  15. - THIRTEEN -
  16. - FOURTEEN -
  17. - FIFTEEN -
  18. - SIXTEEN -
  19. - SEVENTEEN -
  20. - EIGHTEEN -
  21. - NINETEEN -
  22. - TWENTY -
  23. - TWENTY-ONE -
  24. - TWENTY-TWO -
  25. - TWENTY-THREE -
  26. - TWENTY-FOUR -
  27. - TWENTY-FIVE -
  28. - TWENTY-SIX -
  29. - TWENTY-SEVEN -
  30. - TWENTY-EIGHT -
  31. - TWENTY-NINE -
  32. - THIRTY -
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  40. - THIRTY-EIGHT -
  41. - THIRTY-NINE -
  42. - FORTY -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Several broomless sticks lined the wall with the door, enough for every student. Not that he was shocked, but again Fort didn’t see any of his friends, or even Sebastian this time. A few of the other students in the class were completely new faces, so were probably first-timers in Destruction. The rest he recognized from Healing class earlier.

Fort grabbed a stick, not entirely sure what the point was, but glad that at least without the head of the broom, they wouldn’t be sent out to clean the facility. Who knew with this new, strange Oppenheimer School.

Sergeant Tower organized them into two rows, with enough space in between each student so that they wouldn’t accidentally whack one another with their stick. Once he was satisfied, he moved to stand in front of them.

“It’s been decided by those much higher in the chain of command than me that you kids should know how to defend yourselves,” Tower said, smiling again. “While I’m all in favor of that, I’m not sure how using a weapon will do what magic can’t. But maybe you’ll all prove me wrong. Let’s find out together, shall we? I’ll be training you once a day in the use of what we call a ‘bo staff.’ ” He twirled one of the broomsticks around in his hand. “A bo is a great place to start, as it’s a well-rounded weapon for both offense and defense.”

Fort looked down at the wooden stick in his hand. A bo staff? That at least explained his confusion with archery, but this was the weapon they were going to be trained on? At least he wouldn’t have to deal with the Destruction students shooting each other with it, but it did seem sort of… lame.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” Sergeant Tower said, pacing in front of them, his own broomstick held easily at his side. “This isn’t the fanciest of weapons, for sure. What good is it going to do against a heavily armed intruder?”

“I’m not sure what it’d do against my grandma,” one of the kids Fort didn’t recognize said, and a few of the boys around him laughed.

Sergeant Tower beamed. “Great, we have a volunteer! Come on up here, Jaworski. You’re going to help me illustrate how a staff like this can be your best friend.”