[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

Leval watched Rowan stride forward and look him full in the face, with courage and determination clear in her expression. [color=f9ad81]"I am undeserving of your worry, Leval Lamrue. However, I will not back down from this class. I will put my all into this battle, and I hope you will as well."[/color] She pulled down her hood. and joined the line of C students. He let out a huge breath slightly relaxing the nervous tension that had begun forming in the pit of this stomach. [color=fff200]'I told her I would respect her choice, so all out it is.'[/color]  He clenched his fists together and gulped. He walked over to the C line, his illusory form growing even larger and more muscular, the spikes extended further from his body and more began to sprout along the back of his arms, two particularly wicked point jettisoning out from his elbows. His teeth elongated into canine fangs in his mouth. He moved quickly through the line swiping his ID, and entered the room. 

[color=fff200]"[b]Form one: Venom.[/b]"[/color] Glistening green droplets began rapidly pouring down from his head, falling from his illusionary body giving a sizzling sound as they hit the white floor of the training. His illusory clothes appeared pierced and burned by the excessive changes. He reached into one of his pockets turned one of his light gloves to a moderate setting, and performed a quick Weave on the light. When he withdrew his hand, his illusion was wielding an exact duplicate of the rifle the Nocturne that had stolen his bed had left on the floor. [color=fff200]'Step one, exhaust her further.'[/color] His illusion began to fire rapidly, missing her by a hair's breadth everytime. The illusory bullets sound rang loud and true as they impacted the room. Inside the illusion, Leval tracked her movements focusing on keeping her on the defensive.