Fists of Fury (Martial Arts Class)

[vincent]

Hand to hand combat. Vincent had come to learn it as he practiced his fencing skills as many of his opponents were also students of martial arts. During his time traveling around the world, he had also come to learn more in order to defend himself. Some places weren't so friendly to travelers, though while in different regions, he learned other techniques. He himself was never in a dojo, but he had learned a variety of unarmed skills that also had true experience behind them. When he noticed that this class was open for a teacher, he gladly accepted the post.

Now he stood in the gym wearing the dark grey martial arts gi tied with the rope. He had recently taken on Anya as a direct pupil, but this was a class to teach a larger group. He would have to use different techniques for teaching. His direct method one on one had worked well, but this would have to be a little more gradual.

Students filtered in, some like him, dressed in a martial arts gi, others in basic gym clothing, all perfectly acceptable. He was glad to have a group of students to train in this. Unlike the fencing which was much more of a sport, this was much more serious. As far as he was concerned, the ability to defend ones self without a weapon was a skill that most people if not everyone needed. Particularly the students of this school. The world still couldn't accept them as a whole, and attacks based on fear and misunderstanding would be a major threat to them for some time to come.

Vincent was glad for the chance to teach these students such skills in a relatively safe environment. Here was certain to be some injuries here and there, but here they would be taken care of and would be tended to quickly. All he had to do was wait for his students to arrive. Standing patiently, he had his hands clasped behind him, resting at the small of his back. It would only be a few minutes before class was to begin.


Posting order:

Vincent Monroe

Emily Jones

Jeremy Sullivan

Adrien “Blitz” Wielder

Alexandria E. Duvell

[emily]

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[jeremy]

Jeremy threw himself out of the elevator door, muttering rude words under his breath the entire time. Tennis shoes squeaked on floor as he ran, desperate to get to the gym. He'd...misplaced his watch recently, and had subsequently been late to almost every class. Since the teachers were already pretty fed up with him, he figured he could at least get to P.E. on time. He made a noise of victory at the sight of the gym doors, and hit them hard enough to send the one banging off the wall.

'Great," He muttered in exasperation, pausing to huff once. Not only was he not late, it appeared he was early. Not many of the other students had arrived, though the teacher was there, watching them get ready. Jeremy offered a wave and a short smile, considered claiming all his running was enough P.E. for one day, and then gave up as he realized how that would end. Instead, he sighed once more and glanced around for someone he knew to be his partner. No one. Well...that just figured. Time to make a new friend.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very small, blonde girl pulling off her shoes. Nope, couldn't fight her. A second survey of the gym revealed...nothing, really. He sighed and glanced once more at the girl. She was cute. Little sister kind of cute. And she seemed as good a victim - er, friend...as any. Maybe he could at least stop her getting paired with someone who'd do some damage. So, putting on his most charming - goofy - smile, he sauntered toward her. "Hey, mind if I sit with you?" Not really waiting for an answer, he dropped down next to her and began peeling off his own shoes. "So...this class sounds like fun. Beating people up for a grade. Does it get any better than that?"

[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] Blitz walked into the gym almost as soon as it opened. The moment he walked in, Blitz knew he was in the right place. “Damn, this place is better off than the Army.” His words fell on deaf ears for there were none around to hear. The only other person in the gym was the guy keeping tabs on the security monitors, but even he was asleep. This, Blitz found, was typical. The students and professors here tended to wake later in the morning, what he understood to be “normal” waking times. Used to early, early mornings, Blitz was always up by 5:30 and almost always out the door by 6:10. Then again, his frequent nightmares kept him away not allowing him to sleep. Rather than lying in bed for hours with nothing but his thoughts for company, Blitz decided to go out and find something to do. The gym happened to be that hing. Wearing a simple grey tank top with black shorts and tennis shoes, the guy looked around the equipment wondering which to hit first. The choice honestly wasn’t that hard. As soon as his eyes fell upon the latest model of treadmill, the soldier was heading straight for them. Although he preferred to run outside in the open, this would do for now until. Getting lost on the campus didn’t appeal to him much. Being alone in a strange place didn’t phase him much, but Blitz had a feeling the professors wouldn’t care much for him missing class. Not that class was a huge deal to him. Like he had in high school, Blitz found his classes to be a joke and a waste of time. If it were not for the fact that Silas Academy was supposed to help him recuperate from his tour, he wouldn’t be here right now. Hell. He might not even be alive. Sighing heavily, the guy set his water bottle down in the holder and hung his towel on one of the arms. It took him a moment to figure out the controls, but he soon got the hang of it. Time to run. Blitz set the pace up to a steady jog as was his usual morning routine. For two hours, he jogged down the never ending belt of the treadmill. In that time students and professors alike milled in to get in their morning routine. They all paid little attention to Blitz. In return, he paid little attention to them. Half of the people here made him irritated. It was both a blessing and a curse for him to be surrounded by so much happiness, joy, and drama. It was like your typical school. That girl from the café was right. Scoffing, he stopped the treadmill and threw back his water bottle taking a couple of large gulps. There were dark stains on Blitz’s shirt from the sweat that poured down his back. Despite those, he was hardly out of breath. Keeping a steady pace and having been used to the exertion of stamina, a two hour jog with no armor on was a breeze. Soon, the towel was used to wipe off any sweat in appropriately reachable spots. “Guess I should head to class now.” As he ran, Blitz noticed one of the professors that had come in. The teacher walked straight through the gym and into one of the classrooms. Having seen no one else like him come through, Blitz figured that was his teacher for Martial Arts. “Man, this class will be so easy,” he muttered crossly trying to remind himself why he was bothering to take it in the first place. It was disappointing, really. A grim expression set, Blitz walked into the classroom after the teacher. A little girl, a guy, and the professor were all he found there. “This is it?” he asked in surprise. The question was rhetorical, however. Allowing his gaze to sweep over the room’s three occupants, Blitz questioned whether or not he should stick with the place. The number of people taking the class was enough to tell him it was going to be a complete joke. The guy scoffed again shaking his head. His water bottle reached up to his lips once more before he closed it off and set it in one of the room’s corners. The one other guy was sitting by the girl trying to strike up a conversation. Blitz eyed him for a moment, deemed him to be absolutely no threat whatsoever, and turned his attention on the kid. “Aren’t you a little young to be here?” he asked with a raised brow. “This isn’t a princess tea party, you know.” Under normal circumstances, such words would have been perceived as being harsh, sarcastic, or just rude. To Blitz, they were a genuine question. He couldn’t fathom why a little girl would be in here taking this type class.

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[vincent]

Vincent looked over as a young girl entered the gym. She was of a rather small build, and already he was determining about what the best type of techniques to teach her would be. He planned for something of a universal lesson, but he knew well enough to make sure to tailor certain aspects of a fighting style to each student. She would likely be best at using more nimble and precise techniques in a match. Much like the student he had taken as a personal protégé, though he doubted she would need to worry about some of the things Anya did. He gave a smile and a nod as she said hello.
“Welcome to class, a pleasure to have you here.” He replied

Soon enough another student arrived. He was rather the opposite of the previous student. He looked able to apply most techniques that one could learn in fighting. While Vincent enjoyed the aspect of tailoring a few parts of a lesson for a student, he was equally as glad to see someone who could be versatile. It made for a much smoother lesson that way. He was glad to see him take a seat next to the girl and simply talk with her for a bit, seemingly fairly friendly about it. It was a good thing to promote a generally friendly mood when learning what Vincent would be teaching.

Then the third student arrived. Vincent had been forwarded a file on the man. Not that a problem was expected, but with certain factors, it had been decided that Vincent should at least have a little foreknowledge about him. Adrian, or Blitz as he seemed to be known. Vincent had figured that it would be best to have the man work with him when the sparring began. Besides, it had been a while since Vincent had a good challenge, and with the man’s combat experience, it would likely be fairly fun to challenge him. Vince gave a smile at the man’s comment.
“Well we have another person who should be arriving, but not everyone makes it on time. I do tend to give a little leeway for the first class though, not much but some.” He said as he watched the man join the other students and gave a quizzical look to the man’s comment to Emily.
“Actually for the sake of interjecting, Emily here is at an optimal age to begin such training. I myself started when I was about thirteen. Much more practical than waiting until the late teens wouldn’t you think?”

Not being sure of Blitz had deliberately been rude or not, Vincent had simply pointed out an observation instead of actually getting on the man’s case. He had met the military type before and knew well enough that they often simply spoke their mind. If there had been any malice in there, the comment would have been much more nasty than that, unless Vincent had lost his good sense of how things tended to be.

“Regardless of all that… Welcome class, I’m glad to see that most of the few people who signed up are here on time. My name is Vincent Monroe, though I would prefer for you to simply call me Vincent. Due to the name of the class, we are here to learn martial arts. I’m going to try and get as much of the talking out of the way as possible right at the start, so I just ask for a little patience and then we can begin.” He said keeping his tone relaxed and pleasant as he came over and sat in front of his students instead of standing over them.
“Now I know we don’t have much in the way of variety here in this subject, and we don’t have different levels of classes for the time being. This means some of us are going to be just starting while others are going to have a fair amount of experience. So after I’ve given my introduction, I would like to know what type of experience you already have. If you don’t have any, that’s not a problem.” He said. He knew that Blitz would have a good amount of training, but there was nothing in the files of the other two that he had run across to tell him anything.

“I’m going to be upfront, I am not here to teach you any one style. The truth is that I’ve never attended a dojo or even been trained by any real instructors. I’ve learned through direct experience, but this will still be martial arts and not brawling as everything I teach will have technique in it. You may have heard of the term ‘Martial Fighting’ in means of learning how to use moves from styles without actually mastering all aspects of it. That is closer to what this class teaches you.” He glanced between his students, taking in reactions.

“I am going to be upfront about a few rules that you will follow under my instruction. If they are not followed, you will not be welcome in my class.” His tone became very icy at this comment. Not unfriendly, but there was an edge that made it clear that he was completely serious.
“You are to always take care of your sparring partner in this class. What is being taught is naturally to defend yourself by incapacitating an attacker, but there is no call for not displaying your full control in this class. Accidents happen, but you are to keep control and when your partner says that things need to stop, you stop. There are no grey areas in this. You will not use these techniques outside of class aside from sparring or self-defense. I am not teaching you this for you to go out and push people around.” These two rules were important to Vincent. He had no doubts that they had expected these rules, but he wanted to make sure things were clear.

“I also expect dedication. This class is elective, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take it seriously. I will never begrudge anyone for leaving my class, but if you are attended and not putting any effort in, you will be dropped from the class. Respect is also extremely important. I don’t expect everyone to be friends here and be chipper about who they are working with, but I do want respect to be displayed to everyone. I of course will follow these rules as well. There are other rules to go over, but these are not negotiable in any way.” He said.

Then his tone shifted to the more relaxed form that it was often in.
“Now that those things are out of the way, I would like each of you in turn, to let me know what kind of experience if any that you have, and if there is any particular type of technique that you care to focus on while in class.” He said.

[emily]

"Hey, mind if I sit with you?" Emmi looked up to see a teen boy, definately older than her but he seemed to have a friendly disposition nonetheless. "So...this class sounds like fun. Beating people up for a grade. Does it get any better than that?" Emily smiled at his joke. He looked like he was fun to have in class, perhaps a class clown but still fun. "Yeah, it does sound like fun. Especially since I can't be beaten up." It was true, with her phasing power if she was ever hit she could merely let the attack phase through her. Some may consider this cheating but she would only use it if she was really facing something dangerous.

“Aren’t you a little young to be here? This isn’t a princess tea party, you know.” She rolled her eyes, he was just a male pumped with testoterone and with a big ego. He wasn't exactly a rare sight. "I'm fourteen. And besides, you couldn't hurt me if you tried ego boy." It was true that he couldn't hurt her physically, but mentally was always a possibilty.

“Actually for the sake of interjecting, Emily here is at an optimal age to begin such training. I myself started when I was about thirteen. Much more practical than waiting until the late teens wouldn’t you think?” Emmi looked back at the teacher, he was glad to have someone on her side. Many teachers would just turn a blind eye to such obnoxious teens.

The fourteen year old listened as the teacher made his introduction, and asked that they say what kind of experience they had with Martial Arts after he was done talking. “I am going to be upfront about a few rules that you will follow under my instruction. If they are not followed, you will not be welcome in my class." His voice had changed, as was expected when going over the rules of a class, "You are to always take care of your sparring partner in this class. What is being taught is naturally to defend yourself by incapacitating an attacker, but there is no call for not displaying your full control in this class. Accidents happen, but you are to keep control and when your partner says that things need to stop, you stop. There are no grey areas in this. You will not use these techniques outside of class aside from sparring or self-defense. I am not teaching you this for you to go out and push people around.” These two rules were important to Vincent. He had no doubts that they had expected these rules, but he wanted to make sure things were clear.

“I also expect dedication. This class is elective, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take it seriously. I will never begrudge anyone for leaving my class, but if you are attended and not putting any effort in, you will be dropped from the class. Respect is also extremely important. I don’t expect everyone to be friends here and be chipper about who they are working with, but I do want respect to be displayed to everyone." Emily glanced over at Mr. Ego, knowing well enough that this rule probably applied to them the most. "I of course will follow these rules as well. There are other rules to go over, but these are not negotiable in any way.” The small girl nodded her head in understanding, and waited to hear what else he had to say.

“Now that those things are out of the way, I would like each of you in turn, to let me know what kind of experience if any that you have, and if there is any particular type of technique that you care to focus on while in class.” Emily knew she would probably be up first, and she wasn't sure exactly what to say. She herself had her experience with bullies, mostly by dodging them, but she didn't think that really counted when it came to this class. "Just personal experience . . ." Her words at least implied that she had lived a little but that she hadn't taken any real classes. "I don't mind what technique you teach me. You're the teacher after all."

[jeremy]

The tiny girl's answer made Jeremy smile, even as it piqued his interest. "Can't be beaten up?" If she pulled out the "because I'm so cute" card Jeremy was sort of expecting, he might just punch her. Not really; he didn't think he could actually bring himself to hit this girl under any circumstances. Which might or might not have to do with her level of cuteness...

As soon as the tough-looking big guy walked in, Jeremy decided he didn't like him. Not that he'd act on that just yet; he had been known - it was said, anyway - to make mistakes. The comment he directed at Jeremy's new friend was not helping to prove the first impression wrong, though. Much to his surprise, however, the girl appeared to have a smart-mouth of her own. Smirking, Jeremy waited only long enough for the professor to come to her aid - her age was an optimal one for joining classes like this, apparently - before draping one arm over the girl's shoulder and leaning in conspiratorially. Despite his position, he made no real attempt to disguise what he was saying from the other guy. "Don't worry about him. He's just hoping you'll tell him this is a princess tea party so he'll feel like he fits in." Jeremy wasn't stupid; he could tell the other guy was thick - in a sturdy, muscled kind of way - enough to turn Jeremy inside out, but it didn't stop the smart-Alek remark. Besides, he had held his own against Sanguin a couple times, and he was bigger than Jeremy.

He would probably have gone on, but the teacher began to start the class, and he shifted to face that way. It was the basic shpeel - be respectful, work hard, learn lots of stuff, don't beat up the sparring partner past what was called for in the class...don't use the things learned for offensive reasons. Jeremy cleared his throat casually at the last one. Not that he was planning on beating anyone up...not exactly. It was just...it happened, sometimes. ...Given who he hung around with...a fight wasn't unusual. Not fighting was a little bit more of a surprise. Of course, Jeremy wasn't usually the one starting the fights - that was either his best friend, or Sanguin. Either case usually meant Jeremy was going to get pulled into the brawl. Which would be self-defense! So he really wasn't breaking the rules anyway.

Gratified, he turned his brain back into the matter at hand as the girl next to him described her apparently low level of experience. As soon as she finished, Jeremy interjected his own. "I've got some." He scratched the back of his head, smiling, "Mostly fistfights, though. And I'm with Tiny here, any technique is good with me."

[Revan Ashkevron]

"Scrap, scrap, scrap!!" Revan Ashkevron cursed to herself as she sprinted through the hallways. Had anyone been watching, all they would have seen was a blur as Revan ran past. The young empath was late to her martial arts class, and Professor Monroe wasn't likely to be happy. Normally, Revan was very good about being on time to her classes, but today, everything seemed to be going wrong. First, she had slept through her alarm and woken up late, then she had tripped on the way down the stairs to the cafeteria and dropped her homework binder. It had come apart when it hit the ground, scattering her carefully sorted papers all over the hallway. By the time she had picked everything up and gotten it back in order, she had barely had time to eat before scampering off to her next class. All in all, Revan was not having a very good day.

To top it all off, she had forgotten to pack her training gi, so she'd had to run back to her room to get it, which was why she was late. She skidded to a halt outside the gym door, and took a moment to compose herself before entering. It would do no good to pretend that she hadn't been running to get here, but she could at least make sure that her appearance was acceptable. Opening the door, she quietly walked over to where the other students were sitting, and dropped gracefully into a cross-legged position beside one of the boys. "Sorry I'm late, Professor," she said, once she had determined that she wasn't interrupting instructions.

[Alexandria Duvell]

Alex immediately began dashing through the second floor corridors the moment she exited the lab and headed straight for the elevators. She thought that she’d have enough time between her developmental biology class and martial arts class to swing by the lab and check on the bacteria samples she had in the incubators. On the plus side, there was plenty of growth for her to use in her next experiment. But she was now late for her first martial arts class and wasn’t even dressed in proper attire yet. Alex was always punctual, up until now, and this mark on her perfect record was going to upset her for the next several days.

Once she reached the elevators she pushed the down button several times. As the tall young woman waited, she swung her hefty backpack to her front and swiftly pulled out a neatly folded pair of black yoga pants. Alex didn’t even wait for the occupants of the elevator to exit before she got on. Much to her luck, she had the elevator to herself. After hitting the button for sub-level two, she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her jeans. She looked up at the lights that indicated what floor she was on and sighed with relief when it passed the first floor and sub-level one without stopping. The moment the elevator doors opened up at sub-level two, Alex had just pulled her workout pants on and was picking up her shoes and jeans that were strewn on the floor. Upon exiting, she stuffed her belongings into her bag and once again bolted down the hall to her classroom, barefoot.

Ah crud, I forgot the room. Alex came to halt and was prepared to dig through the atrocious mess of her backpack to find her schedule with the room number on it. But before she could do so, a figure whizzed right past her and entered a classroom a couple meters away from where Alex had stopped. As the other student opened the door, Alex saw the professor in attire that she could safely assume was for martial arts. Relieved, Alex swiftly walked over to the door and quietly slid in before the door could shut. She placed her belongings in an empty corner, then realized she was still wearing her button down shirt with her yoga pants. But this Alex had planned for by wearing a white tank top under the button down. Facing away from the class, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on top of her backpack.

Alex then took a spot on the floor behind the other students, trying to pick up the topic of conversation. As she listened, she took the moment to sweep her long, dark brown locks into a secure pony tail. From the sounds of it, the students were describing what kind of experience they had with fighting. Alex was surprised when she noticed how small one of the other female students was. She could probably still kick my ass. The healer was a pacifist and had never been in a physical altercation with anyone in her life. Trouble would come here way now and then, but she had no problem with just walking away when things became tense. People would often call her a wimp, but Alex knew that she was being smart because the chances were that she’d lose a fight.

Now that Alex’s healing powers were so advanced, she wouldn’t be so hesitant to stand her ground and defend herself. She could simply fix herself up within seconds of being struck and could then strike back. But regardless of her ability to heal herself, Alex knew the day would come where the academy would want her trained in self-defense. Of all of the courses in her schedule, this class she dreaded the most. She knew it was something that she couldn’t easily excel at, unlike her science courses. She much preferred the thought of burying herself in her textbooks and spending entire days messing around in the lab.

After one of the two male students in her class had briefly explained his experience with fighting, Alex waited a few moments for either of the other students to speak, then decided to get her part over with. “Well uh, I don’t have any experience. At all. Like, if all of us were pitted against each other in this room, I would undoubtedly be the first one down.” Alex, who stood at 5 foot and 8 inches, looked at the girl who was an entire foot shorter than herself, then added, “Yep, even she would cream me.” There. It was all out. She warned these people how much she sucked at this stuff, hopefully they took her words to heart and wouldn’t expect too much out of her. “I’m Alex by the way.”

[Blitz Wielder]

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[vincent]

The snide comments hadn't escaped Vincent's notice, but he had let them pass until after his little speech was completed and before he spoke up, two late arrivals made their appearance.
"Well ladies, I do allow a free pass for these things, but this best not become a habit. Punctuality is important. As for you Alex, do not worry about your level of skill. We all start somewhere and this is a mixed level class and we will accommodate for that." He said before turning his focus on the previous arrivals.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.
"And as for all of you, do not think those comments escaped my notice. They go completely against what type of atmosphere I am promoting. I will not tell you to apologize as being forced to do so is meaningless. If you would like to do so, this is the opportune time. However, I will not tolerate such things in my class. If that is something you cannot follow, you will not be welcome here. This is your free pass, I suggest not having it be a waste." He said, his voice still pleasant, but clearly serious.
"By the way Blitz, it is acceptable to call me Vincent, I prefer it." He added with the slightest hint of a smile. He didn't play favorites in class and he had hoped that just there it had become very apparent.

He then got to his feet and indicated that the students should do the same.
"Now before we get to the meat and potatoes of the class as some might call it, we are going to do a few warm-ups and stretches. Nothing major, just getting the body ready." He said as he walked to one wall and motioned for his students to follow him. Once they were there he gave a grin.
"First we'll do some runs back and forth. A simple jog, followed by a sprint, then a running technique called the grapevine. For those not familiar with it, you will cross one leg over the other and alternate in order to run sideways to help with balance." He said as he readied himself.
"Go." He said as he himself took off. While moving quick Vincent made sure to move with a catlike smoothness, taking care to work his entire body to simply get it ready for the exercise of the day and slowing his pace slightly to keep en eye on his students.

[emily]

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“You-“ He started in a deep voice, yet Emmi's gaze didn't faulter. For once she wasn't being shy, and it gave her a bit of hope that it was a habit that perhaps she could break. Before the larger man could say another word the teacher had started to speak and they all sat down to listen.

After Emily had said how much skill she had in martial arts, which was none, she listened to what everyone else said. Jeremy seemed to have some limited experience as well, but had a little more than Emmi did, having gotten into fights before. It was Blitz's turn next, and he spoke with a strong tone, “I only know what the Army and personal experience taught me, sir,” What Blitz said surprised her, and made her heart drop down into her stomach. It all started to make sense as to why he said what he said. He clearly thought that fighting was no game and wasn't something that the young should be trained in, which was entirely reasonable after going through what was expected of someone in the military.

Emmi cast her eyes down towards the ground, instantly regretting what was said. She wanted to apologize but her shyness had suddenly decided to rear its ugly head again and Emily found herself lost for words. The young girl started to want to blame her rude comments on spending too much time with Seth, which was most likely true. Emmi normally was a fairly nice person, and the guilt of saying something mean had already sunk into her. "And as for all of you, do not think those comments escaped my notice. They go completely against what type of atmosphere I am promoting. I will not tell you to apologize as being forced to do so is meaningless. If you would like to do so, this is the opportune time. However, I will not tolerate such things in my class. If that is something you cannot follow, you will not be welcome here. This is your free pass, I suggest not having it be a waste." The short girl absently nodded her head, all of her mind concentrated on the guilt that was welling up inside her. She hated how quickly things got to her and she bit her lip in order to bring her focus to the class.

"Now before we get to the meat and potatoes of the class as some might call it, we are going to do a few warm-ups and stretches. Nothing major, just getting the body ready." He got up and lead them to the wall, the entire time Emily tried to avoid the older boy's gaze and instead tried to stay a little close to the teacher. Once they all reached the wall Vince began to elaborate on what kind of warm-up it was that they were doing. "First we'll do some runs back and forth. A simple jog, followed by a sprint, then a running technique called the grapevine. For those not familiar with it, you will cross one leg over the other and alternate in order to run sideways to help with balance." They all waited for him to initiate the warm-up. "Go."

The class took off, and Emmi quickly found herself towards the front. While the young girl didn't have much muscle she was incredibly fast. When you lived most of your life in a small town with a family who didn't really like technology, you found yourself doing very outdoorsy things, and this included running. She would jog almost everyday, and could run a mile in only six minutes. As the excercise went on her speed never slowed, the endurance she had built up over time helping her greatly.

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[Revan Ashkevron]

{OOC: We're skipping Morde's Jeremy post.}

Revan flushed at Professor Monroe's comment about punctuality. She was usually very good at getting to class on time. She gave herself a mental shake and got up to follow the instructions. As she stretched out, she distinctly heard several vertebrae pop as the joints were extended. She moved to follow the teacher's example, her own muscles well-toned from climbing trees, riding and jogging around campus in the winter, and swimming in the lake during summer. During the hotter months, Revan rarely rode; she preferred to swim or to clime the trees of Pinehurst forest. She had a natural catlike grace with most things, except dancing, much to the amusement of her fellow classmates in the Intro to Dance course. But that didn't matter now.

Pushing her thoughts aside, Revan focused on the tasks assigned. She found herself near the front, running behind a young blond girl. As the girl turned, Revan recognized her as Emmi, the teen who had interrupted her meditations a couple weeks back. She smiled at the younger teen for a moment. About five seconds later, a wave of guilt and self-recrimination, eminating from Emmi's direction, slammed into Revan, causing the empath to misjudge her step. Her right foot slid out from under her, sending her tumbling into another student. She landed hard on her side and her head smacked into the hardened rubber, causing her to see stars for a moment. She lay still for a few seconds before trying to move.

[Alexandria Duvell]

When the professor addressed Alex and the other girl about their tardiness, the healer nodded firmly to show that she understood that he was letting it slide for today. The warning felt more severe to Alex since it was coming from the martial arts professor who could make her do extra pushups or sprints for being late. With any other class, the worst that could happen is she’d get assigned extra work, which Alex almost always did on her free time anyways, just to get ahead. Alex couldn’t agree with him more about the importance of punctuality. Generally, Alex was at least fifteen minutes early to each class, just to give herself time to settle in and review the course work before the start of class.

The professor’s talk about someone’s comments and apologies obviously didn’t apply to Alex, but she made sure to make a mental note about not making smart comments in this class, not that she was even the type of person who would. But she was somewhat curious about what was said before she arrived. It’s none of your business. Alex sat patiently throughout the rest of Vincent’s talk with the other students, wondering what kinds of things they’d be doing in class today. Hopefully nothing so difficult that I’ll embarrass myself.

When it was time to begin warm ups, Alex pulled herself to her feet while listening to Vincent’s instructions. Doesn’t sound too bad. Despite her lack of decent hand-eye coordination, Alex was a very strong runner because of her body’s increased tolerance to physical exertion due to her healing abilities. Her muscles didn’t cramp up because her healing energy would automatically get to work before her body would even get sore from the exertion. As the class began to follow Vincent’s example, Alex found herself easily keeping pace with the rest of the students. Since the task required minimal concentration, Alex let her mind wander and she paid little attention to the other students around her.

Before Alex could even let her mind relax, she was suddenly knocked off of her feet and a short yelp was heard as the healer fell to the hard gym floor. Alex fell on her side and skidded a couple feet on the floor before coming to a stop. “What the-” The healer sat up and looked around to see the girl, who was also late, lying still on her side for a few moments, before attempting to move. Luckily, Alex only sustained a few red marks on her arm from the friction from when she skidded. Worried for the girl, Alex crawled the few feet that was between them before asking, “Hey are you okay? I have no idea what just happened.”

For a moment Alex thought that she had caused the incident, but she remembered that she was struck from the side and was taken completely off guard. Alex hadn’t seen the girl fall and wasn’t sure if she was hurt in the process or not. “Are you hurt anywhere? I’m a healer, so if you feel any discomfort let me know and I’d be more than happy to help.” Just from looking, the girl didn’t seem to have any injuries, but the healer just wanted to make sure that nothing else was wrong.

[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] The professor addressed the two late arrivals, both of which were girls. Curious, Blitz allowed his eyes to wonder for a moment taking in the sight of them. Both were pretty and almost looked alike. Each both had dark hair with a fair complexion. Now he knew what everyone looked like. Absolutely none of them looked dangerous, either. Well, maybe except for the teacher. Eyeing the professor again, Blitz couldn’t help but wonder how extensive his training was. A sparring match between the two would probably prove most interesting, although Blitz knew more brawl type of fighting than actual stylized fighting. The Army didn’t go in to specifics. If you were close enough to the enemy to be in hand-to-hand combat, you were up shit creek without a paddle. Blitz scoffed at his thinking and readjusted himself to cover up his noise. Vincent prattled on jumping onto Jeremy, Emily, and Blitz for their earlier exchange of words. The young man raised his brow at the professor surprised he would say anything. It was a very teacher-like move, though. Blitz was given the option of calling Vincent something less informal than ‘professor’ or ‘sir’. The guy mulled over it for a while before decided to stick with his traditional sir response. Not only was it habit, but it was short, sweet, and directly to the point. Just the way he liked it. The class was motioned to get up for the real stuff to begin. Vincent just had to say something about food, good food at that. It only reminded Blitz that he was hungry for his lunch. Everyone followed the leader as the teacher led them to a wall from which their warm ups would begin. Instructed to jog, sprint, and grapevine, Blitz eyed the floor of the classroom and then everyone else. It was a good thing there weren’t many people here after all. Otherwise they’d all be running into one another. What a disaster that would be. No surprise, the first one out of the gate was the little short stack. Emily took off and was leagues before the others. There was a time when Blitz could freely do that, too. Oh, well he could technically still do that now but he had learned the necessity of stamina and how to use his energy for distance rather than quickness. So, Blitz kept up a steady jogging pace just behind the couple of forerunners. There was no need to prove himself to these people anyhow. As if he had foreseen the chaos that was about to interrupt class, one of the girls behind Blitz suddenly lunged forward colliding with another girl sending them toppling to the ground with angry thuds. Pausing in his warm up, the guy turned around not even winded yet to see what had happened. Two girls were lying on the ground dazed. No wait, it was two soldiers. Blitz shook his head and the vision cleared. His face grew dark and shadowed. Cautiously he approached them, but all was well. One girl was saying she was a healer. No, she was a medic. This wasn’t class, it was a war zone. Bullets were whizzing by their report loud and disorienting. The guy closed his eyes shaking. Balled fists clenched at his sides as he tried desperately to regain control of the moment. Blitz’s breathing became heavy as his teeth gritted and his pulse quickened. I’m in class, I’m in class, I’m in class, I’m in class. He chanted over and over again in his head. Soon, the bullets and battle images were fading away only to be replaced with a less grim, more common situation. Blitz finally calmed his breathing and allowed his eyes to open again. The classroom had returned, thank god. His face was white and his hands still shook slightly. Unlike the rest of the class, he hung behind surveying the scene from a distance with grim eyes. “Is she ok?” he ventured to ask hoping no one noticed his moment of distress. Lord that wouldn’t go well for him or anyone else if Blitz suddenly flipped out. There was literally no telling what he would do or what he would be capable of doing. At least there wasn’t a gun in his hand; otherwise the classroom might be redecorated with fashionable new bullet holes.

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