Mantle of the Gods

It was Trent's entire old team.

I hadn't thought about there being other teams on this floor of the dungeon. I had assumed when the mouth was sealed, that none of the first years would be coming in. A group could warp back to the entrance after they went past the first floor and they could warp down to a floor after any floor boss the team leader had beaten. Because of the teleporting system, groups rarely went up floors. Because of that, I had assumed we'd be the only group on the first floor for the rest of the week.

I had expected that there'd be some amount of hazing from the older students, but this was the class I had been dreading running into. The way that the ArchBishop had talked about Trent, I got the idea that students wanted to be taught by him. Depending on how the new teacher was treating them, this class could be very resentful towards us.

Judging by the look on their faces, I was going to go with very resentful.

"We don't want any trouble." I tried to keep my eyes on them, but there were too many to keep any more than half of them in my field of view at once.

"You drew weapons, but don't want to use them?"

I realized the green haired blue eyed woman had rushed right up to me and had her finger against the tip of my stake.

"Not very sharp." She pushed the tip of the stake.

I thought about resisting, but there was no way that Rix and I would be able to beat an entire class of first years and these were second years. They had to be at least level five and might be as high as level eight. Considering who their teacher was, I was willing to bet that they were closer to eight than five.

A level two against a level one was a significant difference considering that once Adventurers started getting skills and spells, they became much stronger.

I decided that the best course of action would be to pretend to be weaker and hope that they'd either lower their guard or decide we weren't worth the trouble. I didn't resist as she pushed the stake out of my hands.

"Adventurers shouldn't fight each other." I continued to try diplomacy. I was glad that I had left Edward at the other camp. There was no way the entitled Noble wouldn't start a fight even if it should have been obvious that it was a fight he couldn't win. By the time he realized that he had gone too far, it'd be too late to stop the fight.

"Then Adventurers shouldn't steal from other Adventures." She picked the stake up and pointed it at Rix.

I stepped in between the woman and my party member.

"We have a white knight." She looked around at the black haired brown eyed man who I assumed was a Hitter.

"A naked White Knight." He scowled, "Show him that black and blue are better colors for him."

The side of the stake slapped across my face. I'd been hit harder, but I went down anyway. I covered my head and curled up in a ball as she beat me with the stake. I felt the tip scrape against my side, and then the beating stopped. I peeked up and saw a look of confusion on her face.

"He's the Tank." She drove the stake into the ground next to my head.

My sides burned and my head was ringing. I rolled onto my hands and knees and tucked my feet under me.

I saw boots walk up to me and looked up to see the Hitter looking down at me.

"A Tank needs to do defense training.”

This time when the stake came down it cut into my back. I felt splinters rain down as the stake shattered from the force of the blow. Even if I had wanted to brace against the attack, it still would have knocked me over. This person had to have close to if not more than twenty power.