That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better t...an that.Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.He selected Attack again.He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo's chest until the blade emerged from the other side.Yeah. With his back to the security gate, he didn’t hear it open, but Rockie did. When she saw Brad ignoring her and heading directly towards JR, she jumped up and ran to intercede between them. JR heard her running footsteps and turned at the sound, dropping the vacuum hose. Rockie stood panting in front of him, facing the approach of her roommate. JR saw what the situation was and pulled a resistant Rockie behind him just as Brad reached them.“This the new guy, Rockie?” Brad asked with a premature. Not the best-looking guy, certainly not athletic, but I was smart, giving me an advantage in many ways.Tutoring became a regular activity for me; I was able to pick and choose the best ones, or should I say, the dumbest to help. Seemed to me the dumber they were, the better off I was.The chosen pupil was Haley, a senior and well built, while I was only a sophomore. She was having issues with accounting and I am quite adept at it, so I took her on to help. When I arrived at her home, I was. “Then what am I doing here?” she asked.“He put on a condition. He wanted you to spend a night in jail. Scare you. Make sure you don’t steal from him again. If I didn’t agree to it, he would have continued to press the charges and you’d be spending quite a bit more time here.”“So this is all just…”“Sufficiently scared?” Sam asked her.“Yeah, I think it did the trick.”“Just ride it out through the night. Tomorrow morning, you’ll be released and this will all be done with. As long as you.