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[b]Augustus Colonel[/b] 


"Students of blood are not trained the same way as the other students." 



The head practitioner of the infirmary told his young new student. Few people came to the medical wing of the school as students, instead they were often patients. Those that did something foolish in their training and suffered an injury.

"I know your father has given you some training already, so lets send you on a route across the school instead. We've been in session for a bit now, so go do your rounds and get familiar with the grounds and aid whomever might need treatment."

Gus shrugged and nodded with the chief of staff before leaving the office and down the halls. Second years were coming in in an hour so first year classes were cutting soon for lunch. The first stop for the big lad was the fire teachers office and current training room, one Mr.Kessinger. 

Gus knocked on the door and entered in the same motion, announcing himself loudly.

"Hello! Mr.Kessinger?"

His voice was deep and booming. His upper body was rounder than a majority of the students, a trait he cared little about, and resulted in a very firm tone. 
Gus stifled a scream as he saw the girl with the sword pinned by the male student with the wounded arm. Before he could register the movement himself, Gus took some heavy running strides and balled a meaty fist. The blow was hard and even, practically a cannon, as the big mans sheer force blew Vlad from his lofty position. Putting himself between the girl and her tormentor, Gus stood firm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He growled.