Aradia gulped, her eyes darting from side to side. She had her arms crossed and locked tight in front of her, and she bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself from screaming. Everyone she saw was wielding their strife specibus, and it didn’t help the fact that she was currently surrounded by taunting highbloods. One moment they were all empty handed, yet after a terrible headache, everyone had been bestowed with the most terrifying weapons in the world.
What the heck was going on?