Arcadius simply glared at the three fighting like immature children for a few minutes before returning to his reading, he was in the back of the classroom leaning up against the wall studying the pages of his Grimore. He was as intrigued as the next person at the chance to test out his powers, regardless of whether or not it shown on his face. So many new faces over the years, many leaving, many comi, many returning, he had been here for nearly 10 years, growing stronger each passing day.
With a rather loud and audible whump noise he closed his Grimore, drawing attention to himself for a few minutes, with a single swift motion it vanished out of exsistance. Clutching his staff he used it to pull himself lazily off the ground. It was one of those rare moments where he decided to be social so he could get a decent team and not be stuck with a halfwit that he would have to stick to defending the entire match lest they get seriously injured.
"I guess I will join any team that is slightly competent and won't get in my way nor get seriously injured in the first five minutes..." Arcadius said in a low gravelly voice. "I don't care who it is....as long as you are decent." He looked around the room, gauging the people before him, trying to guess their level of competency. As of now, going by the whole commotion here, it would be a cold day in hell before he teamed up with Marcus whom he dubbed a incompetent manchild judging by his toddlerlike outbursts, regardless of his strengths.