Mors was barbarically tearing through a chicken drumstick.

He was too engrossed in stuffing his face that he did not notice a person entering the room.

This person's name was Reign. He had long and silky black hair that flowed down his shoulders, not to mention his androgynous face. His build was frail but he had toned, lean muscles that hid under his clothes.

One thing he hated the most was dirty things...and looking at the mongrel who had no table manners made him cringe in disgust.

Mors picked up a ladle and took a swig of some sort of delicious citrus juice. Before he could take another, he felt something soft hit his back.

He turned around and seen that it was a glove, Mors looked to see who threw it and saw a little girl. She must have been around 4ft 11in because she barely reached Mors's chest.

"My, aren't you just the cutest little thing." Mors said as he beamed a bright smile after wiping his face with his shirt, much to the displeasure of Reign.

Reign's face grew passive as he noticed Mors probably recognized their difference in status and receded to compliments like how everyone else does.

"Hmph. At least you have some brain left in that empty skull of yours."

Mors felt confusion at the tone of voice she had because it was a little on the deep side but he held his tongue on that matter. Didn't want to offend her, "Such cold words haha. The term we have for you back home is...uh...I forg--oh!...To sun deer. haha You are a to-sun-deer."

Reign made a face as if he was listening to an idiot. "Is that an insult, you uneducated oaf?"

"No no no haha, I would never insult a pretty girl like yourself."

"I'm not a--"

"Okay You aren't a to-sun-deer. You just like me so much you can't help but to bad-mouth me....matter-of-fact, how old are you?

"...16..."

"Damn! I'm 14. You are too young for me even though your beauty is something legendary.......where ya' mom at tho'?"

That was the last straw for Reign.

His fist clenched tightly as he explained through gritted teeth, "First of all, dumbass, I'm not a girl. Second of all, Do not speak of my mother...if you do so again, then you'll get more than this." He thought his fist was going to connect with Mors's chin but instead it was caught.

Mors had a deep frown as he looked down on Reign with cold eyes, "...a guy, huh."

At that moment another golden ticket holder entered the room.

Mors cocked his fist back and struck. He was met with a force that felt like metal. He realized that instead of Reign's face, he was punching the end of a staff.

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"You consider yourself a man, right? How could you strike a woman?" The golden ticket holder, number four asked Mors. He then turned around while keeping his bo-staff in position. "Excuse this brute, madam. My name is Ah Soo but I go by Kyren now. May I ask that you bless me with the privilege of knowing your name?" He said as he took ahold of Reign's hand and lightly kissed it.

"He's a guy."

"................................." Kyren looked back and forth between Mors and Reign. Mors had a blank expression, while Reign had a sheepish expression.

".........(¬_¬)......." Kyren cleared his throat and walked to a corner of the room and sat. Never uttering another word.

Mors grabbed the arm of a panicking Reign and threw him into a table, causing a loud racket.

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The fourth person, and the proctor that was standing aside him, were in shock. They assumed since this room was reserved for golden ticket holders that everyone chosen would be well-behaved. After viewing the room, clearly that was not the case.

Two holders were running around, by their facial expression, the gray-haired kid was obviously the agressor.

The other holder was reading a small pocket book, seemingly ignoring the two and their antics.

What the hell is going on in here...I want to join!

The proctor of the fourth holder's exam watched as the jaguar-kin ran into the room on all fours, joining the previous two in their little game of tag.

He sighed as they continued to knock even more tables over.

"Please cease this foolishness at once! You children are future soldiers for crying out loud, act like it!!"

"It's not me, It's him! He won't stop chasing me!!!"

"Just stop running bro. I just wanna punch you a couple times..nothing major." Reign threw a wooden chair back at Mors and he smashed it to pieces effortlessly.

"...'nothing major', MY ASS!!!!" Reign shouted as he lost his footing for a second.

Mors needed that. He could finally do some more damage to the trap.

Reign's life flashed before his eyes as he seen Mors's hand get closer and closer, suddenly Mors was launched to the side and crashed into a group of chairs.

"Hahahaha did you see that!? He went flying haha." A boy with black cat ears and feline-like eyes said as he held his stomach.

"Thank you for saving me."

"hahaha......I didn't do it for you. If he caught you then the game would be over, duh!" He was going to continue laughing but he dodged a chair that Mors tossed.

"Too slow, you miss--"

A boot connected with the beastkin's face and sent him to a table. The table knocked over and consenquently spilled food and liquid on Kyren, who was sitting silently minding his business.

He got up and closed his book that was now ruined. He grabbed his staff as he took off his robe, exposing his shredded body.

He slowly approached Mors.

"Ho, you're approaching me? Out of everyone here, you dare approach me?" Mors said as he started walking toward Kyren while taking his own shirt off, exposing his own body-builder physique.

"I can't bonk that thick head of yours without getting closer, can I?"

"Hoho, then come as close as you'd like."

In Mors's peripheal vision he caught Reign trying to sneak away.

He turned on his heel and dashed toward his prey, reveling in Reign's pathetic surprised expression.

His hand was almost around his neck until the door flung open, slinging a too close Reign across the room.

Mors's hand groped the breast of a fiery redhead woman who stood in the center of the door.

She was a whole foot and then some taller than Mors so he had to crane his head upwards. Her freckled face had an expression of disgust while she was looking down on Mors, his hand never retracting from her boob. He found it strange that her pupils were complete black, but he did think she was a beauty. His thoughts wandered as they stared into each others' souls. His hand never retracting from her boob.

He gave it a squeeze. He nodded his head in satisfaction at the elasticity of the melon, "With jugs like these you are worthy of bearing my ch----"

The force of a sledgehammer slammed into his face, quicker than his eye could see and sent him flying a few meters back.

Kyren and the jaguar-kin were currently playing a game of chess that Kyren pulled out from who-knows-where.

"Go fish!"

"This is chess."

"..Go chess!"

".................(ಠ_ಠ) get the hell out."