Nolan's fingers drummed furiously against the side of his chair, his eyes glued to the interface window shimmering before him.
The students—Selin, Ruvin, Erik, Calien, and the rest—continued their relentless slaughter of the humanoid octopus creatures. And each time they threw those damned knives, Nolan felt his blood pressure rise just a little higher.
"No, no, no, you little goblin-brained fools!" he shouted at the screen, voice cracking with exasperation. His fists clenched as Selin's throw arced slightly wide before somehow finding its mark in the beast's temple. "What was that wrist flick?! Are you trying to impress your friends or kill the damn thing?! Your angle was all wrong—horribly wrong! That's not how I showed you!"
The blade buried itself into the octopus creature's head, dropping it in one clean motion.
Nolan scowled harder.
