>>19677513Onigiri's fist connects squarely with Sister Rechsteiner's nose, sending the abbess of the abacus toppling to the floor.
Cut Angle flies from her hand and embeds itself in a ceiling tile.
Rechsteiner springs to her feet, but a hard blow to the gut knocks the nun to her knees.
>It appears I've miscalculated... sh-should'a carried the nine.. or was it a two?>But wait! Did you say Masala? Then that must mean.. >I love all of my students, they are second only to our lord and master Zelkor in my heart, but that girl.. >I think she would benefit greatly from a.. less structured environment. Perhaps you can provide that for her>Oh, and Onigiri, it IS Onigiri isn't it? Make sure you take the Kinkade girl with you>We've provided her with about as much education as we possibly can, and personally I'm of the opinion she'd make a much better tard wrang- chaperone for our dear Masala then priestess for our lord >You'll find Masala in the chapel this time of day, praying for deliverance from her "bondage">It's just past the canteen, but beware, the canteen is Sister Josephine's territory >You're just a wee slip of a thing, sister Josephine though.. How do I put this delicately?>She's fat! SHE'S FAT!>Zelkor.. I hate.. fatasses...With that Sister Rechsteiner collapses backwards into a pile of questionable proofs and lopsided quadratic equations.
Onigiri heads towards the chapel.
