John shivered, waiting for class to begin. His Gi was pressed and he stood at attention, ready to train. He took a deep breath, noting with satisfaction the plume of fog that enveloped him when it contacted the frigid air outside. A sense of heightened expectation hung over the group when Strange appeared. Still nursing his hurt, John scowled. What an ego maniac. I’m surprised he didn’t float in on the cape of levitation.
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