What does that have to do with me?

"What does your hatred have to do with me?" I snorted, "You're not the only one that hates Archaic races. I hate elves myself."

Goliath wasn't really a heart to heart kind of guy so he just dropped it at that. I left to go back to my room. After that we fell into a kind of routine. Everyday I would go to classes, and afterward Goliath would let me use his simulation hall. Every weekend I would go to the club meetings, and afterward Goliath would let me spend some time in my real form.

Sometimes he made me take it seriously. Other times I was allowed to play. I'd never gotten much of a childhood to start with so getting to act like a kid was just too much fun. It helped that my mentality was that of a twelve or thirteen year old. It stopped me from being embarrassed when I did goofy things.

Sometimes I would even catch Goliath smiling when he saw my goofy antics. It wasn't like he never smiled. He just hadn't smiled at me since he found out what I was. I wasn't pushing to level up right now either though. If I got much bigger I wouldn't fit in my room anymore.

Weeks passed this way. I liked being in my real body with some real space for a few hours each weekend. It relaxed me, and my temper became much more manageable. I ended up buying some low end armor for Savannah, and Ethan. I had to sell more venom to get the scanner I wanted though.

I didn't want to go overboard on selling the venom, but I knew that someone would eventually notice that someone had easy access to Basilisk venom, and they'd start asking how eventually. It wasn't all that important right now though. They'd never suspect a student. I was actually wandering around between classes right now.

"I never actually tried that did I?" I mumbled to myself as I thought about how Goliath had suggested breathing lightning in my human form.

I spotted Baron in the direction I was headed. It made sense for him to be around here. I was headed for a second year combat class after all.

"What do you want?" I frowned.

"To beat the piss out of you," Baron slammed his hardened fists together, "But I've heard that you're off limits."

"I'm Goliath's favorite at the moment," I almost smirked, "Although, I wouldn't mind getting a bit stronger."

"What?" Baron hesitated.

He'd never heard of such a thing.

"I guess I didn't really advertise it," I smirked, "My ability makes me stronger, when, I get hurt. You've already boosted my strength quite a bit by kicking my ass."

Baron looked even more confuse by this statement. His friends didn't look happy about it either. I smirked as I looked at their dumfounded faces.

"Thanks for that," I let my smirk become a smile, "I never would have know about my ability if it wasn't for you, and your brother."

I knew I was spouting bullshit, but Baron, and his friends didn't. Baron shoved me aside as he walked past me.

"I'll kill you when I get the chance," He whispered.

My rage flared. This dick actually thought I'd give him the chance to kill me. A tickle started to form at the back of my throat as my thoughts sifted through all the times that asshole had broken parts of me. He'd literally caved my skull in once. The tickle got worse as I got angrier.

I walked into my afternoon sparring class. I'd leveled up my hand to hand combat a few times while I was at it. The tickle at the back of my throat irritated me so my anger didn't go away after I left Baron dumfounded in the hallway. That same guy that caused problems for me on day one was still bothering me here, and there. Today was a sparring day so Goliath was letting us pair off however we wanted.

People started avoiding me after day one. Some even tried to push me into a fight. They didn't want to mess with someone who fought dirty like me. Just that one idiot kept pushing me. He'd never spar me directly.

No. He always tried to get at me when I was sparring others. Disrupting my fights with some well placed telekinesis. I had to admit that he had excellent grasp over his ability. My irritation skyrocketed when it happened again. Most of the second years in this class had acknowledged my ability to fight.

I had no clue what I was going to do with that idiot. I snorted angrily as I was tripped again.

"Stop it you dickhead," I kicked my shoe off mid fight.

Straight at his forehead. He blocked it with his ability, and my anger skyrocketed. I coughed as the tickle in my throat got even worse. I slapped a hand over my mouth as sparks came out. I hadn't been this angry in a while so it caught me off guard.

My eyes watered as I tried to hold the coughing fit in. Goliath noticed my distress, and came over. He draped an arm over my shoulder, and looked at me intently.

"What is it?" Goliath glanced around casually.

I coughed again. More sparks came out. Goliath shuffled me out of the group, and into a small office room. Closing the door behind me.

"Relax," Goliath backed off to avoid getting shocked as I went into a full blown coughing fit.

I coughed for a good thirty seconds before it let up, and every single cough let out sparks. I caught my breath slowly. My throat still felt itchy at the back. I wasn't desperate anymore so I wasn't too worried about it now.

"Better?" Goliath looked me up, and down slowly.

"My throat is still scratchy," I let myself slouch down to the floor.

I was starting to feel hot as well now that I thought about it. I'd been so preoccupied the last couple weeks that I hadn't noticed anything off.

"I think I might be sick," I looked up at Goliath.