Ornstein emerged from the arena he held his elite classes in. He was setting up weaponry, training dummies and other bits and pieces for the entrance exam to the elite class. Soon enough he had arrived at the gate just late enough to make it fashionable. His golden armour glistened in the hot sunlight as he stepped to look at the new students. A meagre lot, only a few he had spotted that were capable of handling his classes but exceptions have been made before and looks are decieving. He saw James, another teacher across the yard. James was one of the only teachers Ornstein had actually liked mostly because he didn't talk very much. That being said he was a bit paranoid and Ornstein had assumed that if it were ever to come to a fight between them then he had assumed that James would pull some sort of trick or trap on him. 

Ornstein stood a few feet away from the entrance whilst holding his Halberd with the head pointing to the sky.