The Empire of Reimia (3)

Moriner first tried to grasp the thread of Kikhrey's thoughts, but then he completely lost the meaning of their conversation: the mentor's words sounded distant in his ears, as if they weren't real. New, strange sensations completely overwhelmed his body and mind, and he completely stopped being aware of his inner voice, as if he had turned into a strange semblance of a heavy, but rag doll.

With the next blow, he finished off the second dog and waved his hand at Moriner, as if inviting him to follow. For some reason, at this point, the student found it all extraordinarily amusing and followed the journalist. Kikhrey handed him a bloodied axe and went to the neighboring dormitory himself, leaving the student near the first one.

It turned out to be surprisingly easy to climb over the academy fence – much easier than overcoming obstacles in combat training.
Taking the weapon and making an unexpressive gesture to his new teacher, Moriner thoughtfully turned the axe in his hands, swaying from side to side like a pendulum.
-Reconnaissance, ah-ah. Special operation. - the student said with a light laugh, trying to cast protective spells on himself and headed towards the left entrance to the dormitory.

I hope I won't have to deal with all this mechanics stuff