It took her a few moments to look up from where she was sitting at the bleachers away from everyone. However, in the back of her mind she was still hurting from the fact all these memories were flowing back in. It didn’t help one bit, the primary person that used her all those years ago was cruel. However, while she was eyeing the gym she was taken aback by Oscar’s tomfoolery. It was a pretty amazing thing to watch, which in the moment made her feel much better and gave out a very cute giggle. ”U-Uhhh, Oscar! Are you alright? I hope you are… because that seem liked it hurt like heck.” Hailey raised her voice loud enough for Oscar to hear. Even though, she was grateful that Oscar did something that made her get distracted by the hurt she felt. The past memories are always something of a problem for her since she’s afraid of them.

Hailey than noticed one person in question jog up to her, which was Henry. She had a smile on her face when seeing him, which he also handed her a piece of paper. It took her a bit by surprise, but it was definitely a good surprise for her. In terms of what Henry said to her, which gave her a big smile on her face. ”T-Thanks for the invitation, Henry! I-I will make sure to text you then.” Hailey said, with an ecstatic smile on her face. However, it has been awhile since anyone did the finger guns to basically tell her that the piece of paper had his phone number. She giggled slightly since it was utterly silly, it kinda felt nice. ”I will definitely be there, no matter what H-Henry!” Hailey yelled happily. She was grateful Henry was being a friend to her no matter what it was very very refreshing to her.

In the back of her mind, the slow fading memories left her and all she wanted to do is make new memories. However, there was a slight tick of pain in her forehead, which just a slight headache. She breathes in and out and sighs with a bit of annoyance at a headache. This happens every now and then, which feels a bit annoying. She put her hand on her forehead again since this time she was trying to think happy thoughts. It was always a mystery in why her headaches would always sprout up. However, this caused her to realize she was drained a lot by the dread event that happened in here. ”I-I definitely need to take it slightly easier… because these headaches are definitely a pain… Could always be worse, it could hurt like those migraines hurt me...” Hailey thought to herself. She definitely still had her hand on her forehead but wasn’t really looking forward to when the Dread activates again. In a few seconds, she moved her hand back off the forehead and tried to stay focused on Coach Cinter’s instructions for his lesson. Even though, she is still slightly suffering from a headache.

_{@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece}

"Well, there's that.", Nikolay quietly said as he watched Cynthia walk off and run her laps, presumably after hearing whatever Henry had to say at her. It seemed that she was offended, maybe frustrated by what he had told her. To be fair, Cynthia was outspoken when it came to injustice and unfair practices, but she was sometimes... for the lack of a better word, overboard. Sure, Virgil and those old money rich kids that surrounded him like a legion of concubines were a bad influence towards anyone that got near them or associated with their infectious alliance, but to call Virgil a cancer was a little too much for his tastes. Actually, that was too nice. A far more fitting term would be bespawling cumberworld with the mind of a daft and the madness of a bag of two ferrets. Huh. Now that was neat... and less likely to be understood by the party unto whom that insult would be thrown. Right? Right? RIGHT?

Sadly, though, it looked like someone had just done a bad job at jumping. Oscar... that goofy American... of course it was him. He never failed to amuse Nikolay even though the latter looked like a distant observer at most times. That looked bad, though, and Nikolay sent his floating hands to Oscar to get him up. "Heya, howdie, eylo.", he greeted Oscar, getting down in front of the other boy. "Do we need to call the nurse for this?"



Meanwhile, Nathaniel was still busy running his laps when Oscar had fallen. He was about to run to the boy that let him backhug him and use his shoulders as a headrest, but Nikolay was already there, using his other pair of hands to help the American. "Oh, okay."

He looked around just to hear Henry invite Hailey to dinner. He was a little envious... but he was going to temporarily stop running right now. He had short legs, after all, and go tired pretty quickly; Nath had always relied on his power to get to places at speed, never mind that he had terrible exits.

"Hailey.", he said as he walked over to her. "Is that... oh, it's his number, isn't it?"

[@The3King0fChaos] @Landaus Five-One

It took her a few seconds to focus on the fact, Nikolay helped Oscar up from his face plant. She was definitely grateful and hoped he wasn’t that badly injured. However, she was still suffering from her headache, which made her sigh slightly in annoyance at it. ”Ugh… hopefully I can feel better during dinner, with my classmates...” Hailey thought to herself, with a slight pained look on her face. Showing she is suffering from a headache, which slightly increased in intensity. It made her make sure she doesn’t want to yell on the top of her lungs like she did, since that hurts.

However, Hailey was taken by surprise by Nathaniel walked up to her and said her name. It slightly unnerved her but she smiled towards him nonetheless. The thing he asked her made her realize that it would be a good idea on Henry’s behalf to invite Nath. ”U-Uhh, yeah it is his number. I-I have a feeling Henry is going to invite you as well to Dinner. I-It would be nice of you to come and have dinner with the other classmates, Nath.” Hailey said, with a smile on her face. However, she was slightly nervous and she showed Nath, Henry’s number specifically so he can remember it. It was the right thing to do, since she did have a feeling Henry would invite Nathaniel too even though there is a language barrier. Its the least thing she could do for Nathaniel since he did say sorry to her for scaring the living shit out of her.

She didn’t really know how Nathaniel would react to her utter kindness in showing him the number of Henry. ”Y-You just have to message him that you are going to come over to his Dorm.” Hailey said, additionally towards Nath. It would be nice to get to know everyone better at this dinner, and other things like that. Out of everything, its going to be better to eat dinner with other people over eating by herself in her dorm. She always eats by herself and never once asked if someone wanted to eat with her. It is mostly because she was a bit intimidated by everyone at this school. However, a few seconds later she started to tear up only because her headache increased in potency. It caused her to put her hand on her forehead as if she needs to focus on other things. “O-Oh sorry for t-tearing up… a-again… I-It’s just… having a h-headache.. hopefully it’ll pass… in time so I can focus on Coach’s Lessons.” Hailey said, with a definite pained tone in her voice. As if she was struggling slightly with how painful her head hurts. She was trying to focus slightly more on at least the voices and trying to breath in and out slowly. It was the only thing she could do since, these painful headaches don’t go away by normal means aka, taking medicine.

_{@The Man Emperor}

Oli called everyone into the center, and as he does every PE class he gets everyone to take a seat in a circle. Letting them catching their breath for abit after those laps. After a short bit comes the stretching. Getting back, shoulders, arms, legs and ankles in there to make sure everyone is nicely loosened up. Oli may show off just a little bit as he gets back up to his feet by performing a handstand then up to his feet from there. Doing a lap around everyone to make sure they are doing their stretches correctly. Correcting a few here and there. Showing no favorites it seems. In fact he treats everyone near equally, going a little easy on Hailey this class after what she went through with the Dread.

After everyone is nice a limber Oli walks over to the white board, "Alright folks, behold our topic for a class or two. Now I know you guys may find this strange. But this kinda thing had to happen. Sure you have classes based around this. But I'm going to mesh abit all around." He whirled taking up the mantis fighting stance, "Eventually, everyone of you is going to have a moment of combat. We're all Noble Arms users, and in some way we're going to end up as warriors, protectors or soldiers." He whirls again taking up a Mafia-style boxing pose, "And though it sounds so easy, actually learning how to move during a fight really isn't as easy as it sounds." He walks over and stands behind Nath, "Even one of our ranged Arms users, maybe find themselves up close and personal with an Arms user like Henry. What's the first thing you can do in that case?" He looks around and not seeing any hands coming up he continues, "As a character once said in a movie, "We run, dodge, hide, the highland way." He nods. And steps away.

Then throws a hand into the air, "On your feet. Find a spot, no one within 3 feet of another give yourself room. First exercise. Minds eye now." He points to his head, "Imagine, your worst possible circumstance if you were to get into a fight. Is is a rifle like Jordan's, a scythe like Hailey, or a sword like Pablo. Think about it. And making sure you don't bump into someone. I want you to do everything you can to keep out of the way of your imaginary opponents attacks. Run, jump, duck, find cover, dive, hurdle. But make sure to stay on the move. Envision your opponent. And if you fall. Realize your dead." He looks at everyone as they make room. He watches everyone, "Ready..." He watches everyone then makes room himself so he doesn't get trampled, "Three minutes...go..."

Oh it was hectic. Students leaping and diving, rolling, running. By sheer luck no one was hurt. And through the whole thing oli is shouting, "The enemy is right in front of you, or they are so far away that you can barely see them. You need to get away. You need to survive. Don't trip, don't fall. That one moment is all they need!" Variations of this through the whole three minutes.

It's interesting how someone can work up a glow or a sweat while trying to dodge for their lives even in a simulated situation. When he calls, "Time!" He tells them all to walk to cool down abit, "Combat can be hectic, chaotic. People have lost their minds to blood lust, or become statues in fright. But I tell you here and now, the thing that saves lifes in combat." He stomps and almost seems to teleport right in front of Hailey, just almost appearing there in front of her, a flicker of movement and coat, "Is movement. Plain and simple. If you can move, you can jump, if you can jump you can run. If you can do any of those you have a chance at survival young lady Strassen. And the same for you all." He says as he steps away, "Movement is key. Speed, defense, offense, all stems from movement."

He grins as he makes his way through their ranks, "I know I seem intense. But other Noble Arms PE teachers like me, all stress this to their classes too. Because I for one, 8 years from now, want to look at a news paper and read about Nikolay besting several minor Arms users to save lives. Or hear about the RCMP and Jordan Quinn ended a hostage situation because he had placed himself in the best spot and landed that downing shot." He stops in the middle of the gym, then takes a deep breath, a charge on the air, "Now, we're going to do a crash course, pair up, only pairs. Find someone you don't usually work with. No ranged against ranged Mr.s Quinn and Gregario." He lets out a breath and holds up his fists, a pair of leather gauntlets, The Great Ali having formed, "Summon your Arms, we're going to have a little sparring practice." He spaces them out, so no one will get in each others way, handing out padded vests, and head protection, enough to take the brunt of a few good hits from a Noble Arm, "Now as per usual, I don't want you using your more fancy abilities. And no going for those debilitating blows. You know the ones I mean. But one proviso. Keep moving as much as possible. Line up a blow, then move. Find a shot, then move. You've got Free Real Estate in your sparring areas. Use it. We've got another half hour until class gets out. We'll switch every five. Let's rock and roll. Ready?" He claps his hands together, putting some force behind it, The Great Ali producing an almighty SMACK! on the air, to signify the session start.

It's the crack and pop of swords against vests, a boom of a rifle, a pop of a pistol. Crack crack crack of fist weapons. The hiss through the air of a blade of some sort. Oli making his way through the sparring groups. Giving impressions on certain situations, opening up new ideas for one fighter or the other. More options to move, more options to attack or defend.

Soon class is coming to an end and he claps his hands together again, "Okay cool down, desummon, relax. Sit or stand, close your eyes, arms at your sides, big breath in, hold it...big breath out. Calm and kind. Big breath in, no stress, rest." He nods, "Well done all of you. In summary ,remember,movement is key. move, jump, dodge and run." He smiles, "I'm proud of you all. We're going to to be working on this for abit. and through our the year to strengthen your reactions. Take a moment, relax, come down from the high. Take a moment the showers are open if you need it before next class." He smiles then bows to them, "Class dismissed my young friends."

@Landaus Five-One@The Man Emperor@Th3King0fChaos@Letter Bee

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Henry felt tight as he ran, still trying to shake some of the feelings he had earlier. He decided it would be best to just run all the laps again rather than skimping out on some. Quickly, his body adjusted to what was going on. The laps were completed with haste. Like usual he wasn't satisfied with a light warm up. He preferred to go heavier with his start. Mr. Cinter called people into the circle, Henry joined the circle, still wanting to run more. He put his arms behind him, having them support his weight. He knew stretches were coming up next. Stretching was fun to Henry. It reminded him of simpler times before he had thrown on a lot of muscle and grew. He was actually quite flexible before he started training. Now some of it has left but he can still do the splits if he warms up properly.

Henry listened to Mr. Cinter's instructions and started to spread out accordingly. Henry gave himself a good bit more room to compensate for his size. Wouldn't want to accidentally hit someone. Henry reflected on his strengths and weaknesses for only a moment until he came to the conclusion of almost anything is his worst scenario. I guess a gun or a spear would be the worst right now. Henry tried to create a gunmen at the moment but it quickly failed as he realized he has no experience with firearms. Spear it is then. He has never committed to this before, always feeling embarrassment from trying. He just hopes he will be able to focus properly on it or this exercise doesn't mean much.

The mental imagery formed a rough image of a person, around 1.7 meters using a 2 meter long pole. No face or really distinguishable features to speak of. Just a greyish mass in the form of a human. He didn't know how someone with a spear would fight so he just imagined that this thing was trying to kill him. Henry began to do a good bit of side stepping to move out of the prodding spear. He batted it out of the way once. He felt confident that was a good move. That is until he considered what if he couldn't touch the spear for some reason. Then he realized he wasn't moving nearly enough. It was predictable. He started to form a mental cylinder with the center if it being the spear wielder. He set it to around 2 meter radius, the same as the spear. Stepping out of the circle would mean death. And with that Henry began his image training. Dodging to the side, rolling to the other side, slapping it away. A momentous moment came when he saw he made an opening for himself. This is it! He took a step backwards to get himself ready to finally go on the offensive. Just then Mr. Cinter called time. Henry opened his eyes, now feeling even more frustrated than before. As he looks down to calm himself. He realizes he stepped out of the circle on that last step. Henry couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at that.

Next was sparring, apparently. Henry usually despised sparring but right now with all that has happened he is in the perfect mood for it. A small smile seems to curl up from his previously blank expression. The only person he knew had a spear is Cynthia. The thought of sparring with someone who may be upset with you just sounds like a safety hazard. Henry took his basic face again and started to let his mind wander to each person. Jordan would be fun to spar with that rifle of his; Oscar has that Sword of Light of his; Nathaniel has a pair of revolver, wait, can't he shoot lightning?; Nikolay has... Hands?; I'm not sure what Pablo has. Now then, who to spar? As he was thinking he remembered Hailey might have to participate in the sparing. Henry is still worried because of what happened earlier. With that he decided he should leave himself open until he sees what she does.

@BigPapaBelial

It took her a few seconds to realize what is transpiring, which was that the coach wanted them all to participate. She did get in the circle, which she did notice he was going a little easier on her. It dawned on her that stretches are next, which gave her a slight smile on her face. She enjoyed the stretching since she is pretty flexible for her age. In what she picked for the stretches she usually does is the forward lunges and side lunges. She even tried a few back extensions too, to get limber enough for the next part of what the Coach was going to give her. It was specifically the first exercise, which is usual for the coach.

Hailey had listened to Mr. Cinter’s instructions, which she did spread out to the proper listed amount of distance. However, one thing specifically that jumped out to her was what Coach Cinter said. It was her Noble Arm’s weapon type, which specifically gave her cold chills and made her specifically go white. It was a Scythe, how did she forget that specific thing. However, the one specific thing that Hailey reflected on that she had no idea what her NA does and that’s a massive weakness nonetheless. ”U-Uhh… I-I guess sword wielders would be… faster than a Scythe? I-I wish I knew what it could do… but no knowledge really hurts me more than… anything. It scares me, what if my assumption is wrong about my Scythe...” Hailey thought to herself, with a definite confusing look on her face. It’s hopefully inadequate to really understand the full depth of what she is trying to witness with her mind.

The mental image, which Hailey creates is a person, around 5’6 or 5’7 using an longsword or rapier in their left hand. This person, which she created had only one specific feature. It was a scar on their left eye but the rest was had no other features alike a gray mass of a human. Deep in her gut she had a feeling someone had a sword within her class, which the one thing she knew what this thing she created wanted to kill her. It took her much mental and physical gymnastics to dodge the opponent’s quick movements in trying to kill her. All she wanted to do was stay alive no matter what, however, something within her mind formed it was the Scythe she wielded. In her mind’s eye, their was plain as day evil laughter all over and it was overwhelmingly evil. However, which caused the opponent to shudder in fear and it felt like the Scythe was moving her to cut the opponent down. In terms of everything, that was a terrifying moment in her mind. ”...I-I feel sorry for that opponent… N-No one… should face that… S-Scythe.” Hailey thought to herself, with a definite tear falling down her face. However, she opened her eyes when the Coach said time. Her entire being was shaking, shivering and couldn’t hope to fully understand what was happening in her mind space. All she could do was try to stop herself from crying for something she created dying horribly.

However, what happened when the coach literally appeared in front of her made, go as pale as a ghost. It's was mostly because of the fact, it was so sudden and instant in somewhat. If it wasn't for the fact it was so quickly and he instructed her on it. "U-Uhh, Coach... Could you warn me next time! T-That's terrifyingly fast... I-I understand Coach Oli..." Hailey said, with her voice jolted and a bit scared of how quickly he moved in front of her. The last part was definitely understanding what he was saying but he didn't have to scare her like that.

Next was sparring, which she didn’t want to do. ”I-I would… rather not spar with anyone… I-I don’t know what it would do but I don’t… want that to happen.” Hailey said, with a definite worry in her voice. It was alike, what happened when the Dread happened with her but much much worse. As if she got a taste of what the Scythe is all about, and all she did was imagine it by shutting her eyes. She doesn’t want to spar, which is usually what she tries to avoid but after the previous exercise. It was definitely for sure she didn’t want to. However, there was a specific thing that was missing from her, which was odd the Dread that was always there was gone suddenly. ”U-Umm… W-What? T-The D-Dread disappeared...” Hailey said to particular to no one but loud enough for everyone to hear it with confusion in her voice. It was always there, why would it disappear or how, that made no sense unless. Her heart started to race, it was beating really fast. However, after her outburst of confusion the dread returned as quickly as it disappeared. It was a bit of a weird feeling, but she felt much better if the dread was their in its normal potency but it disappearing or it increasing intensity was alarming. ”I-I’m sorry… for… the outburst… the dread is back to normal if that’s saying much...” Hailey said, with a slight relief in her voice. It is like she’s used to it but not the other things it can do, which is an oddity in itself.

_{@BigPapaBelial}

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Nikolay looked ahead into the empty space before him, mentally filing through scenarios that would be able to force him to move. Such was the play style of one whose power was to take absorb and emit the energy of attacks being thrown against him; Nikolay often didn't even move an inch while sparring as he was often completely focused in controlling his Noble Arms to the point of absolute single mindedness. He kept in mind the advice of their teacher: the key is movement.

But... that was hard to do. Not that it was hard to do, actually, but the powers of his Noble Arm simply favoured a static defense. He knew that his Fists had a limit... but what this limit was eluded him. No matter... maybe two gunmen would suffice for this exercise.

And so, they formed in his mind's eye. All this time, though, his real hands were set behind his back in a rather relaxed manner. He had practiced not relying on his hand movements to control the Fists, rather using his pure willpower and imagination for them to follow his commands. In front of him, though, were two faceless figures, both of them wielding the all too familiar AK-47 assault rifles. They were of no distinguishable species; they were but grey shadows that moved like humans. Both of them opened fire with a barrage of bullets, which were quickly met by both of the Fists glowing green, absorbing every iota of kinetic energy that they possessed, resulting in the bullets dropping harmlessly to the mental ground upon contact with the floating hands.

To the outside observer, Nikolay's eyes were now both glowing a ghostly stark white, signifying the kind of energy that his Noble Arms were absorbing. Once the gunmen had exhausted their bullets, they now brought another thing to bare: molotov cocktails.

Now, this was a dilemma. He hadn't figured out how to make the Fists hold two different kinds of energy at the same time, so even as the two figures prepared to throw their fiery gifts, Nikolay had one of the Fists use all of the kinetic energy it had gathered by sending it into a striking trajectory, releasing its stored power by pummeling the shadow's figure to nothingness. However, it was a little too late, as the other cocktail was already in the air. These Fists required a massive amount of willpower and concentration to use, and so, he wasn't able to use the other one to the fullest. It was here that the movement kicked in as he sidestepped to avoid the fiery blast that the cocktail would bring. Sniffling, the now empty hand flew back to take in the fire that was now raging in his mind's eye.

It was quick enough. By the time the last remaining assailant was done reloading, both Fists were now flying towards it. The one that had taken in the flames spewed them back, vomiting out a stream of fire against it even as the other Fist slammed against its torso.

When the simulation ended, Nikolay huffed. That was a tiring thing to do. Still, they had sparring next... Maybe it was best to pair up with the one that also had something similar to hands... who was it... Henry? Yes, him!

"Henry, was it?", he asked the big giant with a wry smile even as his right eye was glowing white while the other was a fiery orange. "I, uhm, maybe we can pair?"

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"Oh, hey. Look at who it is.", Nathaniel muttered to himself as he looked at the mental apparition that his mind had conjured. It was a grey ghost, a shadow of the mind's imagination that had no face or mouth, only a shape that was roughly humanoid. It had eyes, though, and they were red. And it was charging towards him in a manner comparable to a banzai charge of the Second World War.

Nath ran towards the shadow, waiting for the crucial opportunity. When it came close enough, Nath slid beneath it (there was an advantage to being short, see?!) and rolled up behind to fire a trio of shots from his Shock Bolter into its back. Still not satisified, he then fired a pair of electromagnetic blasts from his hands, making sure that the training dummy was truly taken down. This was a move that he saw in the movies... never knew that it would work. Surprise and size were at his size, then.

Now, it was time to spar. He was barred from having a ranged slugfest with Jordan, so he was now unsure who to spar with. Oh wait! Swords! Yes. Swords. Oscar? Yes.

Daintily, he approached Oscar, trying not to have stiff neck from looking up to the much taller white boy. "Partners?"

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All Oscar could hear was ringing as he felt stinging radiate from his nose and outward. As he begins to hear people call out. 'Nuuuuuuh, Man, that hurt', was all that came to Oscar's head as he slowly tried to bring himself up, He took notice to everyone staring at him as he felt a tightness begin to form in his chest. As his breathing was slightly forced as his body was entering a fight or flight mode as it was already hurt so it was sending adrenaline as if threatened. All of this was happening fast, well until he felt a pair of hands grab onto him and lift him up.

At first, Oscar was confused as he noticed they took him to be in front of Nikolay, as Nikolay greeted him with worry. Oscar sighed with relief as he rubbed his face and said, "Nmm, no I-I'll be fine. Just hurt a little, other than that I'm more than fine". As Oscar takes a quick step back as he continues, "Naw, I'll be fine. Thanks for the lift man". As he heard Coach Cinter call out to them to all group up. Oscar gave a quick nod and wave to Couch Cinter as he said to Nikolay. "Well I guess that is our bell".



As Oscar made it over to Couch Cinter, he began to sit down and rub his face. Hopefully to get the redness off of his face and to help soothe his nose, as it took the majority of the impact. As Oscar began to stretch on the orders of Couch Cinter, as per the ritual of the class, Oscar did his stretches as he was assuming a full-body exercise day was coming. So he did a few extras he learned that he liked, as he limbered his body up. Loosening the once tense muscles as they were finally exiting their heightened state after his body realized there was no danger.

Once Oscar was more than limber he began watching everyone else as they did their stretches and workout. Oscar just laid back for a moment before Couch Cinter had started his actual lesson. Oscar had always enjoyed the lessons in these classes as Oscar was always a very kinetic learner, so lessons Couch Cinter gives have always stuck to Oscar like glue to sandpaper. For Oscar, he is always waiting in anticipation of what Couch Cinter will be teaching, as Oscar does have pride in his skills, yet to say they are a novice in comparison to Mr. Cinter is an understatement.

To Oscar, Couch Cinter's lesson seems like a no brainer. Hell, Oscar had learned moving is more important than any strike or grapple he can muster. Oscar had practiced and trained himself to be fast and agile. Allotting him a different style of fighting than his body naturally tended, to be a slippery and aggressive approach. Yet as Couch Cinter continues he speaks of the lives as a Noble Arm Master, to be a fighter: as a warrior, a soldier, and a protector. As a smile comes to his face as he hears this, as that is his dream, to help others and eventually have people understand that Noble Arms Masters are a force of good, not evil.

As now came Oscar's favorite part of this class, the physical part of the class. As they were ordered to stand, Oscar did it quickly as he began to make a slight bit of room between himself and those around him. As the Couch told them to activate their Minds Eye and imagine the worst situation for them. Then to run that Situation in your mind, as you physically worked your way through it. Fighting, dodging, and anything you can do to try and just figure your way out of it. Oscar could think of a million things that could be absolutely terrible for him to fight: Guns, experienced weapon fighters, Any ranged attacks, and multiple people. So Oscar was going to play hell with himself today.



As even before Couch Cinter called for them to start, Oscar's eyes were darting across the room, making a large mental mindscape that consisted of a large ruined city area with many broken buildings, destroyed cars, and a large road. This city is filled with many people, different weapons, powers, and abilities. All of which can put a man down if a good strike is made. Oscar takes a deep breath in and when called to start Oscar began to run forward, immediately having his mind create new obstacles as people run and move, as Oscar's 3 minutes begin.

As Oscar ran forward he was immediately attacked on both sides by spear wielders, each of them having a very distinct look. On his right is a young woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice body, as she looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. As the other was a pale man with short black hair, with a lean frame, and a coy look on him, as he looked at Oscar like he was just another person to take down. As Oscar began to dance around the spear attacks, each one perfectly in sync with the other person as they come launching at him with ferocity as then he saw both of them somehow gets to his sides as they stabbed at him. As he dived back and far to go away from the attacks. As he dove back, he placed his hands down first to lighten his fall, as he immediately saw someone was running at him with a large staff and a fireball attached to the end. He immediately reacted to allows his body to fall slightly as he straightened his arms as he pushed hard off of the ground as he springboarded up and over the fireball that was heading at him.

As he landed back onto his feet again he saw behind him the two people who were attacking him on the ground as they seemed burnt but alive. As the person in front of him seemed to hold out his large staff and start their assault. Oscar started to dip and weave around the attacks that were coming at him as something like an itch tingled his back as he tackled the person he was fighting to the ground as a bullet flies past his head. As in the tackle, Oscar use a rolling maneuver as he slammed his target to the ground and knocked them out as Oscar quickly righted himself and was now facing the long street.

As Oscar looked down this long and broken street he saw what seemed to be two people on a rooftop, one on a mounted machinegun while the other one standing there holding two guns in their hands. As Oscar ran forward to them, using his speed and knowledge to dodge the bullets just about to be fired at him. He never knew where nor when the attacks were going to be hitting him, all he knew was when he got this slight itching in his back he had a feeling something was about to happen, he dived fast and hard out of the way. As his mental imaging was intense, never allowing himself a moment of reprieve. After years of shadow boxing and people watching he was even able to start putting people, he remembers into this world. Never as good as the original, yet good enough to be a challenge, as he slowly took ideas and skills from others that he watched and fought.

He slowly learned the shot patterns, as the person on the machine gun always sprayed in consistent and accurate bursts. Trying to catch him while he was moving and shifting, yet always a little too slow. While the other person seemed to always fire off a few too many rounds making the fire a little to spread, allowing Oscar to dip and weave the shots as he broke up his figure with a quick piece of cloth. Yet right when the 3 minutes were up he saw multiple shots fired from both of them as he saw them all aiming for his head. He was too close to try and dodge them now, he just made it to the building so he had only a moment to think. As he shuddered for a moment as the bullets were about to hit, his mental imagery was broken by Couch Cinter's yelling for time.

As Oscar comes out of the mindscape he sees he is breathing slightly heavily, he did put his body through rigorous fighting, and even dodging around and over people as his mind used them as obstacles. As he took a breath in and breath out he worked a good sweat up as he grabs his shirt and started to wipe off his face, revealing his body to those who cared to look, yet bothered Oscar none. His body was toned to hell and back, as it can be seen that his body was shredded and strong.



As he put his shirt down he looked on towards Oli as he started talking to everyone after their little rest, they had to find a partner they don't normally work with. Oscar was more than happy to work with someone new, as it seemed he didn't need to as someone came to him. As Nathaniel seemed to come up to Oscar. Oscar smiled as Nathaniel asked to partner with him as Oscar said with a happy smile, "Sure I would love to!"

Oscar began to grab equipment for both him and Nathaniel as he began to put on his own gear. As he looked over to Nathaniel and asked, "Hey would you like any help?" Oscar knew these damn things can be really hard to get on and even more annoyingly to try and get fitted right. Oscar just had a very great body for them.

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Cynthia gave a huff and a puff once she made it to the end of her laps. No matter how physically fit you are, it seems stuff like this can get anyone worked up and breathing hard if you are not focused on your breathing. Quickly Cynthia rights her breathing as she holds her hands above her head and starts walking over to the circle and sits down with everyone else.

Cynthia listened with intent as she does pride herself in her skill, yet is always willing to take in the teachings of others. Yet she was slightly distracted with how she is still feeling about Vane and his work with Virgil. She was worried about what could be done with Vane and how far he would stoop for power. Would he really go to the level of selling himself to that man? No, he must be doing it for another reason, yet what came more prominent in her mind was the words left by Henry. As his words cut to her as it left itself in her for a while.

She listened for what was asked of her, Make a mental mindscape, hu? That'll be an easy one As she started to make a street intersection in her head, like that of her Home in Germany, that she protected and fought for so much time. A small smile came to her face as she made a person stand in front of her, Vane. As came out a pair of metal gauntlets as he took up a bit of a stance, shadow boxing and waiting for Cynthia to come near. As with a slight chuckle she went.

She stepped forward dipping in and out of his range, never attacking, as she wished not to break the illusion of the mental world, as she wouldn't know how he would deal with her attacks, what she did was dip, dive, and shift around the attacks. Knowing fully how to shift and shimmy her body around every hit and even knew how to even try and repost, yet she never did, as she knew if she did she would make the whole point of this training become useless. Yet when she heard Mr. Oli call time, she quickly dodged a swift left hook and led to a high kick straight to his chin.

Feeling quite good about herself, Cynthia left quite chipper as she started going and resting for a few moments as she listened to the Couch again. As then they were told they were going to be sparring with people, she was more than excited to fight a good few people around her, as her eyes immediately turned to Henry. Oh, she was ready to tear that boy a new one, yet it seemed that someone beat her to the punch. "Tsk" came from her lips as she left to look around more, as she spotted Oscar! She was excited really, she knew he was a strong person and a good fighter. Look at him, his body was built for sure, and from what she noticed about how he moved he definitely had some experience. She wonders though, where did he learn those skills? She pushed those thoughts out of her head as she started to make her way over, as she saw someone already take him too! She sighed in frustration as that was two people she wanted to fight as she started to look around as her eyes landed to Jordan.

Cynthia's eyes lit up as people seemed to leave him alone, many probably not wanting to fight a man with a gun. She was more than happy to fight him though as she wanted to see the skill Jordan had, after all, Mr. Oli did talk about how he had high hopes for him. So she headed over with a bit of a skip as she landed in front of him as she said to him, acting a little cutesy as she found it normally helps with people who don't know someone. As she said to him as she looked at him with a smile, "Hi Jordan! I would like to know if you would be my partner?"

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While lost in thought about who to potentially spar, Nikolay came into Henry's view, surprising him slightly. Henry smiled out of reflex and processed what he asked. Wasn't my first choice but if he wants to spar, why not accept his offer. Henry took his arm and patted Nikolay on the back, "Thank you for asking, Nikolay. I will gladly spar you." Henry now looked Nikolay in the eyes to see them glowing. Henry pulled himself back a little as they caught him off guard. He did like how they looked though, there were literal glowing eyes after all.

Henry equipped his gauntlets, starting in Spring, and began to walk away from Nikolay to get into position. Henry wasn't a fan of starting in Spring time, it just never suits his style. However, right now he is in the mood to just fight. Besides not knowing what Nikolay's hands do exactly did make it a difficult decision whether he should've started in a different season. Henry remembered from before classes that he rudely ignored Nikolay. "Oh, and sorry about ignoring you this morning. I was in a hurry but that doesn't excuse my rudeness, I hope you can forgive me." With a slightly clearer mind Henry gets ready

Henry began by taking a wide stance, leading with his right foot. Once Nikolay showed that he was ready, Henry had planned on dashing at him to get in close.

@The Man Emperor

"Excellent...", Nikolay responded to Henry's acceptance of his offer to spar. He got patted on the back right after that... not on the shoulder. Or the head. Henry really was an absolute unit, and Nikolay thought that he could crush a man's skull if he flexed those biceps hard enough. Either way, the not-so-apparent Russian boy nodded and smiled as Henry apologized for somewhat ignoring him in the morning. "Oh, I suppose that's normal when people aren't so accustomed to each other yet. Uh huh... yeah. When people don't know each other very well, they... ah, bloody hell, butter my pint, why am I rambling again... mfff..."

Quietly rambling to himself, Nikolay walked towards the other end of the ring that was going to serve as their sparring space. Coughing slightly, the glow in his eyes disappeared all together as he put his mind towards his Noble Arms once again, focusing every bit of his will and mind into bringing them into existence. Thus they came to his side like always, appearing like the severed hands of a white marble statue. There were two of them...

"I'm ready.", he said to Henry as their spar began in earnest. The first thing he did was to switch the Fists to Monotone; their ghostly green color that denoted their powers of defence were replaced by an iridescent red; along with this, his eyes also turned red.

"Open sesame!"

As Henry dashed towards him to get close, the two floating hands of stone each had a sphere of reddish light on their palms, which then erupted into twin beams of energetic destruction. They should be relatively easy to dodge, but if they hit, it will be... bad.



"Oh, thank the Lord.", Nath nodded profusely at Oscar as the latter agreed to spar with him. When the two of them were putting their protective gear on, Nath was having difficulty trying to get the damned things on, partly because he had short arms. And for another, he wasn't used to putting on things that were complicated like this. It was like putting on those costumes... except that this wasn't just for aesthetics. For one, he had Noble Arms that could kill someone with a well placed shot. Shock Bolters were like pistols... except that they were like mini-railguns of some sort, what with him having electromagnetic powers from it.

"Yes... I may need some help here.", Nath sheepishly groaned as he couldn't reach the piece of the gear that was supposed to be mounted on the back. Ah damn short arms!

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Henry found some amusement in Nikolay's rambling. Henry felt slightly more comforted seeing a small fault in someone. He tended to see people as more earnest and genuine when they show some minor flaws. As he was appreciating the slight rambling, Henry finally recalled that his accent was different this morning. He couldn't make heads or tails of what this meant but at least it wouldn't surprise him too much next time he switches. I wonder if his German accent is any good? That would be pretty funny, Henry thought for a moment.

Watching as Nikolay went to the other side of the ring, he watched as the hands appeared. Henry has never inspected the hands before as they seem to look somewhat like a stone. The fact that they were just floating there was a bit creepy but mostly captivating. It was rare to see a Noble Arm that didn't need to be wielded by its user. But with that Nikolay readied up.

As the hands seemed to glow red he could see the same for Nikolay's eyes, so his eyes indicate what his hands are doing? I'm not too sure so I'll have to keep an eye on it. Henry began to dash forward, bounding off his right leg to gain the burst of speed. Henry was going about 30mph with that dash, refraining from going into a full-on sprint. He saw the hands produce these red beams of light that although by themselves weren't moving fast, became major obstacles with how fast Henry was moving. Henry opted out of thinking too hard of his options and just decided to slide under them. As Henry got near the energy blast, he threw his feet forward, letting his center of mass go tumbling toward the floor, sending him into a slide tackle. Henry nearly got hit by the attack either way, as his slide tackle needs a fair amount of work. If his timing was any worse he would have kissed the dang things. With barely dodging the attack, Henry continues the slide tackle. Henry began to slow the tackle down, using his gauntlets to scrape the ground, as he began to worry what a slide tackle at this speed would do to Nikolay. Either way, it would be best if he dodged this one.

@The Man Emperor

It took her a few moments to realize that everyone else in the Gym but not her was sparring. She sighed in relief no one approached her to try to ask her to spar. Utmost the urgent thing she had to do was get to the bleachers to get out of everyone’s way. As if, she would want to get hurt by anyone’s abilities when she’s basically defenseless. ”W-Why am I stuck with this evil Scythe…? W-What’s wrong with the world to stick me with something so evil as this for a Noble Arm.” She thought about her literal nightmare with a living form as her Scythe. It didn’t help, she had a defeated look on her face. As such, she walked slowly towards the bleachers, while trying to keep out of everyone’s way and keeping an eye on everyone.

Hailey was a bit surprised by Henry sparring with Nikolay. It was the first thing she noticed on her way to the bleachers. She decided to watch it carefully since it was interesting enough. With how the hands glowed and Nikolay’s eyes did the same exact thing. ”W-Whoa, Nikolay’s Noble Arm is interesting in action… While Henry’s Noble Arm is pretty in that green color.” She thought with a slight smile on her face. It was one thing to deal with the evil of the Scythe and Dread being a constant feeling of helplessness. If it wasn’t for the fact she made friends today, she would probably feel much much worse than right now.

As she finally reached the bleachers to sit down, she kept her eyes on the sparring, which was happening. It was the only thing that kept her from crying even more than usual, basically distracting herself. In the back of her mind, she remembered seeing something utterly mind searing. It was the one thing that stood out within that mental image. The scrawled name of her Noble Arm in the ’blood’ of the mental image she created. It gave her chills nonetheless, if anything if that weapon was released here it would be much worse. She was pale as a ghost, which couldn’t help but feel like the Noble Arm was telling her something. ”I-I should really try to stop thinking about that… weapon of mine and watch my classmates spar.” She thought with her holding her hands together because she felt cold.

The Dread was still normal, this means her mind is playing tricks on her this time around. It was a bit odd, which meant she tried to ignore it for now. She looked directly at the classmates sparring since it would be much better to do so. It was obvious she wanted to wait until the class was over to the next class, and the dinner with the other classmates. ”Do great both of you! Henry and Nikolay...” She thought, with a smile, as looking at Henry and Nikolay’s sparring. Doing a bit of cheering on the sidelines is all she could do right now. Too afraid of the Scythe in question to allow it to do anything against her values.

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Oscar had quickly taken a quick look at his gear as he adjusts and finishes his preparations in suiting up in his protective pads. He knew these were gonna be important as everyone will be using their Noble Arms. Even if everyone will be holding back, Oscar knew even in spars and training there are risks, well for most.

When Oscar hears Nathaniel accept his off of help, Oscar finished fastening his gear and turns to Nathaniel with a smile. As Oscar started to take a look at Nathaniel as he adjusted his gear, "Yeah, these can be very difficult to put on. Especially if you have neither the most lengthy of limbs nor do you have flexibility". Oscar continues to tighten and adjust the gear as he says, "Hey jump". Oscar uses this moment of lift to adjust the gear further to account for any strange movements.

Once Oscar finishes the process of getting Nathaniel's gear on, he pats the boys back and says, "Alright you are good to go!" As Oscar gives Nathaniel a smile as he stepped back. As he quickly taps his headpiece as he asks, "Alright remember we aren't here to take the other one's throat. We're here to practice what we learned today. Alright?"

Oscar throws Nathaniel one more smile as he takes a bit of a step back as he stretches his arms up and interlocks his hands. As he starts tilting his body and adjusting his back as a few pops and cracks of the spine sound out. After a few of these, Oscar lets out a sigh of relief as he sets his arms down and starts loosening his body. After this 30 seconds of prep Oscar felt ready for this, no matter if this is a spar or not, Oscar knew this is going to be a tough one. After all, he's never fought someone with a gun before…really he hasn't fought anyone who had a weapon. So this spar is going to be interesting.

A few more moments pass, as Oscar is finally ready, as he sets his right hand above his heart. As a golden light appears into his hand. He begins to pull his hand away, as a sword begins to form in his hand. Starting with the gilded handle, leading to the ornate hilt, and finally the sublime blade. One that radiates a soft humming energy that glows and leaves a warm feeling around Oscar. Gilded and elegant, the blade itself looks glorious as he sets the grip into both of his hands and takes a very traditional and basic stance. One foot forward, while the other is off behinds and slightly off to the side. As he regulates his breath waiting for Nathaniel to take up his start position.

Once Nathaniel takes up his start position Oscar asks him, "Whenever you are good to go we can start". As Oscar knew his best chance to win this spar is to come out of the gate running, and using him calling when they start to his advantage. Yet, that wasn't the point of this exercise, it was to learn how to move and fight. So he will wait for Nathaniel to call when they go.

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After teaching the classes before lunch, Fredrick finally started to unwind in his class. He loosened his tie as he pulled a chair to do some paperwork by the window. He usually found himself diverting his attention between grading and watching the clouds roll by. Watching time pass, giving a somewhat melancholic look all the while. He pulls out his pocket watch, giving quick inspection to it. Slowly, the ticking hands drew him into its time.

The grumbling of his stomach brought him back out of his sedated state. He took a look at the wall clock to see only 10 minutes had passed since he lost focus. Fredrick put his watch away and began to rub his eyes. He stretched in his chair and but the papers into their folder and then placed them in his backpack. "I should get some lunch" as he stood up, throwing his pack over his shoulder, and started towards the door. "Come on Emily!" He said with a bit more energy, smiling at his cat. Emily stretched herself back to life and quickly hopped on Fredrick's shoulder. Fredrick scratched under her chin as he walked to the teacher's lounge.

As he entered the lounge, Fredrick went and popped a ready-to-go meal in the microwave and poured himself some of the cold leftover coffee. He turned around and leaned on the counter as he checked who was in the room to see the infectious smile of Herman. That grin of his always had a way of making Fredrick smile. "Hey Herman how are you?" still leaning against the counter, stirring a large amount of flavored cream into his coffee.

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Herman has spent the first half of his day relaxing, meditating, watering his plants, and many other just menial activities to pass his day by until he is needed for his actual services as a teacher. As he finds himself finally needing to get ready to start teaching.

Herman finds himself on a nice large stone in the middle of the courtyard. He is suspended in the air on his polearm. As he is sitting in a very relaxed position with both of his legs crossed and his hands grasping each other in his lap. He is lightly humming as Sherly is on his head. The Owl on his head began to who as she 'sung' in tune with Herman's humming. Slowly Herman's humming rose and burst into song as he was getting extremely excited as he has so much he wished to do with the kids, but he must wait. As he stands from his sitting position, almost like he was made of air as he stands perfectly from his crisscrossed position. He stands and stretches as he takes a kneeling position as he looks off and looks to see as people are running around as they are off to the lunchroom, Herman knew what that meant.

Herman had now found himself in the teacher's lounge whistling music to Sherly as she is eating from his hand. He is feeding her right now as he is holding pieces of meat for her to eat. As he whistles, he notices a wonderful face to see as a wide smile comes from Herman's face, "Fredrick! I am doing well. How is yourself? Oh, Emily! Come 'er to Baba!". Herman sets Sherly into his other hand as she eats as Herman heads over and starts to scratch Emily on the back right at the base of the tail, Herman found this to be one of her weak spots very quickly. Herman gives Fredrick a wonderful smile as he starts to coo as he scratches and lightly plays with Emily.

@dragonpiece

So far, Nikolay had been one that preferred to stay still and unleash the beams of Monotone upon distant targets, focusing on either keeping a long distance between himself and his opponent or defending himself via the energy absorption of Retribution. Now, though, that record was broken. Henry had deftly made a slide tackle, one that looked very similar to the one that football players do, in order to avoid the seating hot red beams of destruction that Nikolay had just fired.

Seeing the impending slide tackle, Nikolay made his move. Drawing from the lessons that they had been given not too long ago, he dodged the side tackle, sidestepping and rolling towards the side before ending up in a semi-kneeling position. The Russian boy looked back at Henry before standing right up, seemingly a little nervous now as his usual tactic obviously won't work very well in this situation.

"I had… huff… moment of panic there…", Nikolay said to Henry as the two hands floated beside him in earnest, their color still a flaming red. Frowning a little bit, he clenched his right hand, ordering the Fists to switch modes to Retribution. Now, they were glowing green, and so were his eyes. At this time, he waited for Henry to make the first move.



Nath readied his own Noble Arm, pulling out a pair of ornate black and gold revolvers from the dimensional storage space that all of those magical weapons had. Both of the guns crackled with electricity, and Nath himself had the occasional arc of electricity, though he did not seem to be confident in his abilities, as while he would be classified as a rather Noble Arm wielder, he lacked both the experience and will to really live up to the fearsome potential of his power of electromagnetic control. In fact, he was nervous that he would drain the school's power grid… If such a thing were possible. "Be ready, my friend.", Nath simply said soberly as the cartridge of the Shock Bolters spinned wildly for a few moments before pointing both of the firearms at Oscar. "Now."

With that, no less than six projectiles shot out of the Shock Bolters, all of them glowing blue with the electrical energy that was imbued upon them. They were moving slowly enough for the naked eye to catch, but were still fast.

Were they accurate? Not so much, what with them being pistol bullets and not very well aimed. One might think that Nath was quite afraid of hurting Oscar even a tiny bit, but that remains to be seen as the revolvers reloaded. In the immediate aftermath of his shots, Nath planned to quickly prepare an electromagnetic energy blast.

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Henry watched as Nikolay rolled away from the slide tackle with a bit of panic. Henry's eyes were sharply locked on Nikolay as he moved out of the way, this speed seems reasonable for him, Henry thought as he monitored his reaction.

Henry took his slide and shifted himself onto the side of his hip, keeping an eye on Nikolay who wan now crouching. His Noble Arm was still red. Henry believed that he might have a difficult time trying to defend against a rush style. With that analysis of the situation, Henry ground his gauntlet into the floor to bring himself to a halt. All the while he had shifted from the side of his hip to his front. At this point, Nikolay was about to fully erect himself. In the singular moment that Henry had stopped his body had gotten itself ready for a low tackle. His leg muscles fired off, bursting Henry forward. His shoulders being at knee level with Nikolay, he was going to try to grapple him in this exchange and slowly win. Halfway from making contact with Nikolay, the marble hands changed to a sickly green. Henry would have to continue his charge towards Nikolay at this point, unable to stop on a dime.

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Oscar watched patiently, watching Nathaniel and his very slight movements. Oscar learned that watching for the fist to tell when a person would punch would give you no time to dodge. So he waited and watched Nathaniel's lips and forearm, waiting for him to say go and watching for the slightest moment a bullet would be fired. For a slight moment Nathaniel would let loose on him, like in his vision.

Once Nathaniel started the match, Oscar noticed the slight twitch in Nathaniel's forearm, meaning he was in the act of closing his fist, the shots were about to be let loose. Oscar took in a quick breath as he jumped back and away in a diagonal direction away from Nathaniel, moving away from the incoming bullet fire. They seemed slower than Oscar had intended to dodge, as they weren't missing by a large margin, but Oscar expected to have to up his timings for the next volley, yet this seems like a comfortable pace.

Oscar had a keen mind in a fight, so much so he even paid attention to the number of rounds Nathaniel has fired off. As Oscar knew from many movies and from a decent understanding of guns, that revolvers have 6 rounds in their chamber, and Nathaniel had fired off 6. Meaning Nathaniel had used half of his shots already, most likely leaving 3 in each revolver, which tells Oscar he can't rush in yet. He will need to reload soon, after all.

Oscar takes a quick wide birth around Nathaniel, staying around 15 feet away as he circles Nathaniel, as it gives him ample room to move, without being out of range of a lunging strike when the time comes. Oscar's face never loses his smile as he says to Nathaniel while running around him in a circle, "So is this your first spar?". All while never truly losing his focus in this fight, as he was very ready to dodge or lunge in when the time comes.

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Fredrick just watched his beloved cat run over to Herman. Even Fredrick can't get Emily to come running over to him. All he could do is laugh a little bit as he watched Herman playing with Emily. Being satisfied with his cream and coffee "I'm doing alright. Just decided to get some coffee to help me get through the grading. I seem to be a little distracted today" Fredrick started to walking over to Herman to take a seat near him, sipping his coffee along the way to his seat. He takes a seat crossing his legs, leaning deeply into his chair. His shoulder lowered releasing some stress, "Herman, my first class was even crazier man. "He undid his tie, his teacher voice fading "A fight broke almost broke out. Twice!" as he throws up his hand gesturing a 2, continuing the gesture to stroke his hair back. "I swear I'm going to lose the little sleep I have left." After that small amount of venting, Fredrick lets his arms fall to his side and lets his legs fall flat to the fall, throwing his head back in defeat.

@Th3King0fChaos