[h2]S[color=421A8C]apphire Rode[/color] - Combat Class[/h2]
Sapphire watched the rest of the fights stony faced. She was angry, with Napoli, with Beacon's combat system but mostly with herself. That match had been a joke. Her opponent had done almost nothing the entire time then one scratch and the win was his. It was ridiculous. It had seemed to Sapphire he'd been more interested in getting a proper introduction than he had in his grade and yet despite that fact that he'd shown no signs of actually trying at all and he'd still come out on top. Not literally Sapphire thought, a small smile of satisfaction alighting the corner of her lips at the memory of the painful gasp that had escaped Napoli's lips when she'd driven her knee into his chest.

Still she could do so much better than that. If she was lucky and kept her grades up there was a chance she could have that particular match scrubbed from her record. It wasn't something she wanted to remember. As the bell rang and students hurriedly picked up their things and shuffled off to the next class Sapphire's mind wandered to the armory. She'd had an idea for a device over the weekend. It wasn't a weapon but it would aid in combat.

Dissatisfied with her performance and thinking of what she would do in armoury class Sapphire was nearly run over by Shiro as he tore down the hall towards the same classroom as the rest of the students. [color=0054a6]"Blundering idiot."[/color] Sapphire muttered to herself her train of thought broken. If she'd had them on her Sapphire no doubt would have practiced assembling and disassembling Morpheus and Phobator. They were of such an intricate design that when she was younger she'd performed this action once a day to ensure that she would know how to repair them if they were ever damaged. Now it served as stress relief, it was something familiar to her and completely within her control. However because of Shiro she didn't even have that anymore.