The Dean looked at Ramon and gave a polite bow, as would any martial artist. "The reason I have called the young master Othane to the stage is because he is an accomplished student of the martial arts. Over the course of your time here, you will be forced to deal with threats that would push any normal human to their limits, indeed, would make even a young man such as him sweat." As he said this, the Dean twirled the scythe so that the weapon was held backwards, with the blade behind him. "Now then, it is only customary to allow the disadvantaged party the first strike." he spoke calmly, holding his right hand before his body and taking a defensive stance, while holding the scythe behind him in his left.

Well, considering the stance I doubt you're going to go all out. Ramon smoothly inched forward and suddenly delivered a faking snap kick to the Dean's shin and immediately moving it upwards towards his face as a test of reaction time with his weapon.

In a fluid motion, the man slid his feet back and used his forward arm to continue the motion of the kick well beyond Ramon's range of motion, leaving the young man on his back. "Even though Ramon is well trained, the things he knows will not be enough for the trials ahead," the man spoke, tapping the handle of the scythe to the center of Ramon's chest. "That is why it is so important that you all focus. It is rare, but students have died during the course of their studies here." There was a flash, and the scythe disappeared. The Dean then opened his hand, offering it to help the younger man up.

Ramon denies the offer of being helped up, not because he wanted to be rude, but because he wasn't done fighting. He threw out his legs and spun upward off of his back and onto his feet, already in motio for another go. This time however, he took a more cautious approach, upswing a left tiger fisted palm strike with an L shaped stace. As he did so he leaned slightly back, this time prepared for the counter strike.

The dean sighed and leapt back. "You are willful. That is an important trait. However, now is not the time." He raised a hand, and a tendril of darkness shot from his hand and wrapped around Ramon, paralyzing him.

Ramon struggled for a few moments, until he realized it was futile, then he bowed his head and stated, "I concede, and accept my defeat."

The dean lowered his hand and the dark tendrils vanished. "I want you all to learn from this. The level I fought this young man at is the level you will all be dealing with over the course of your studies. Expert martial artist that he is, he is not yet ready. You will all be expected to work together, support each other, and be prepared for a trying road."

Ethan blinked. "Uh... Was any of that real?" He asked Shiro, completely oblivious to the fact that she was trying to ignore him.