[center][u][b]Ivan Oakley - PE[/b][/u][/center]

[b]"Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, [i]Sapphy[/i]."[/b] Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. [i]If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then [b]he'd [/b]have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? [/i]

He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. 

[i]It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better.[/i]

The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning.

The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.