Standardized testing. If... if they passed, they could stay in school? Maybe... maybe if... at the very least he was sent to ANOTHER school, his Master would let him stay?

Maybe.

It was at least a way to keep his mind off of the current situation. His mouth refrained from stinging, so that was a good sign, right? Or at least Dr. Fell had yet to notice the situation at Amityville. That was always hopeful.

He wandered his way quietly away from Barth to the testing grounds, staring intently at the Fear Meter. They could discuss things later when they knew how this all panned out.

If there would be a later. Any moment his Master might catch wind and... no. Concentrate on the test.

He had been sparring a lot lately, hopefully his Fear was back to normal. He bide his time, trying to find his center before concentrating, hard. He could feel it prickling slowly down his left arm, quickly gaining strength. Yes... good. GOOD! He glowered at the device, picking up a hobbling run as he raised his left fist, spines and scales already pushing through the skin, growing into sharp blades before he swung. It wanted Fear? It could taste his with a mighty punch that sent the device rattling.

Would it be enough? He hoped. It felt like it had worked at least!

With a grunt, he glanced back across the field at the others all taking their own exams before quietly, numbly limping to turn in his own results.

Damage: 12