“PAX AU TELEMANUS! PAX AU TELEMANUS!” He shoves me aside. He’s shirtless, massive, muscled, screaming. His hair is painted white and spiked with sap to form two horns. A piece of wood as long as my body serves as his club. The House Ceres students flinch back. Some fall. Some stumble. A boy screams as Pax thunders close. “PAX AU TELEMANUS! PAX AU TELEMANUS!”
