There goes the whistle-- and here comes the STONES!

There was this instinct within him to just fly AWAY from all this crazy, but the thought of failing Flying classes pretty much rooted him on the spot. He'd already felt a few stones bounce off his shoulders before he realized he has to MOVE, if only to survive long enough till the end of the class.

He pushed off from the ground, low and slow like always, looking at all the zooming players and once again thinking at how he can shadow them and use them as some sort of shield... which of course totally defeats the purpose of this activity.

KLANGG!!

Yeah thats a wake up call Ravenerd. Stop thinking, start catching.