A/N: Hello. This is a quick introduction to my babies: two super-powered-not-entirely-human best friends, one of which is a personna of me and one who I've stolen my name from. I introduce you now to Kit and Marie. . Swords clashed. Claws swiped. A fiery red warrior maiden danced through the fray of battle, trailing misery and death behind her. A thin sword world around the girl and her red hair flew like a halo over her head. She ducked and leaped, stabbed and parried. The great beasts she and her kin battled roared and screamed. Man and all manner of beasts threw themselves at the girl, enraged by the deaths of their comrades. Her siblings-in-arms flashed around her, fending off enemies and clearing the way for the warrior to cut through the army to its core: a great metal monster, crushing everything in its path underfoot. That was her goal, to defeat this hellspawn, so her kin would be safe once more. The being howled as she ran to it, and it charged at her. The maiden was undeterred and shouted her battle cry until her throat grew hoarse. She leaped into the air, sword poised for the death blow. She descended toward the beast's long neck and— “Kit!” She blinked twice. “What?” There were snickers in the classroom as Kit struggled to clear her thoughts and Mr D at the front of the room gave a long-suffering sigh. “I asked what the answer to number seven was. Pay attention, please.” He pointed at the girl next to her. “Marie? Answer please?” “Three hundred sixty two decimal three,” She chirped. “Any objections? Correct, Marie,” he continued. “Quinton, number eight.” The boy answered and Kit checked her answers. She was behind correcting the decimals sheet by three questions. Quickly checking them off and praying that they were actually correct for once, she glanced back up to the front. “No, the answer to five is thirty decimal zero seven two four,” someone hissed in her ear. Kit looked at Marie, who was leaning over towards her, then down at her notebook. “Oh. Thanks,” she whispered back. “And he's going to call your name for twelve and your answer is wrong. Here.” Marie took Kit's notebook and corrected the number. Kit stared. “How do you know he'll call me?” Marie started. “Oh, umm, I don't know. A guess?” “Kit, number twelve?” Mr D called. She stared at the other girl in amazement, then looked down at the notebook and read the answer the other girl had written. “Correct,” Mr D said. Kit looked back at Marie. Then she gave a small smile. The small Filipino girl was a creature of magic in hiding. “I get it. I'm a bit like you.” She glanced up at their teacher. “Can I sit with you during lunch?” Marie and Kit didn't have many friends, so Kit hoped Marie wouldn't have cause to excuse herself from it. Marie just nodded and kept her head down the rest of class.