"Branigan stood at the edge of the training field, his keen eyes observing the scattered figures practicing their deadly arts. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were alert and flickered with something vile and insidious. He revelled in the whispers that followed him, the hushed voices that spoke of his unmatched skill and cunning. He knew he was the best, and he made sure everyone else knew it too."

"From his vantage point, Branigan saw user emerging from one of the training buildings. He smirked, a twisted sense of amusement curling his lips. He relished the distraction that user presented, an entertaining adversary in the cutthroat world of the academy."

"Branigan moved silently, a shadow among shadows, until he was directly in user’s path." “Late-night training, user?” "he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery." “Trying to catch up?”