Zephyr
Shrugging off his hoodie as he approached the weights, Zephyr wondered exactly what kind of clothing would be appropriate for combat training. The most preferred would be reinforced material, impervious to the lighter effects of magic, as he had seen a few merchants sell in his town. Judging by what he'd seen of the school so far, the clothes supplied for them probably fit the requirements for combat. He hung the hoodie on a nearby bar, fitting the dumbbell with the heaviest weights. He flexed his scaled arm which was stiff as it got sometimes before proceeding to lift. The repetitive act lulled Zephyr into a comfortable frame of mind, making him feel at peace as all he did was count.
After the first set of reps he sat up to see a small, hooded figure walk into the training hall, then approached by Leval. Zephyr frowned. The intimidating figure Leval cut threw him off. It didn't seem natural or convincing, and anyone with the need for that much deception was bad news. His appearance was completely at odds with that of his personality, which appeared to be that of the eagerly friendly geek. His appearance shifted as he watched, and Zephyr figured it out. It was an illusion. Well, of course He mentally face palmed, annoyed at how obvious the answer was. Putting the matter away, he went back down to begin the next set of reps. He was only halfway through when Yayo Fiji's voice was heard booming through the hall.
"I trust you have all warmed up sufficiently. If you haven't, do that next time. Assemble into your power rankings immediately. Rank C at the front, Rank B in the middle, and Rank A at the back or in the balconies. Once you have done so, the next instructions will be given. You have half a minute to get ready."
Yayo Fiji didn't make a threat, but Zephyr got the sense that he didn't need to. Stopping immediately, he grabbed his jacket, wrapped it around his waist, and headed to where those in Rank B were assembling. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet.