"Goddamnit, another -blam!-ing magic asshole! Kill him!" Korsis and his four students emerged from the shuttle, two of the pupils rushing forward, their sabers ignited. One was a blonde-haired woman, her golden locks stretching down to her waist. She shared a striking resemblance to the Dojo's own Garin Fohrik. The other was a large man, his muscles rippling through his robes. He looked somewhat like Korsis, if Korsis did steroids.