The Combat Arts prof. Room 695

She would laugh in an amused way, finding his attempt at freeing himself rather entertaining. Taking hold of the arm of the trapped hand, she starts trying to pull it free, then deciding on a better method, she lets go of him altogether and pulls out the marker she keeps in her pocket. Putting the tip of it an inch or two above his trapped hand, she draws a complete circle around it, placing a hand over his and bringing the circle to life. She watches as the circle darkens into a hole, the wall around his hand expanding and allowing him to pull his hand easily out. Putting the marker away, she turns without another word and sits back down at her desk.

She sighs softly, sitting quietly at her desk and closing her eyes. She waits for the teacher to speak again, tapping a few fingers on her desk and shaking her right leg since she always had to be moving something or she'd be uncomfortable.

She opens her violet eyes just in time to see the teacher's slight smile, returning it with a bright one of her own, then she jumps a little when his fist slams into the other student's desk. Raising her hand, she waits to be called on, wanting to question whether hitting the girl's desk was truly necessary or not. Her silvery-white bangs fall in front of her eyes as she waits patiently.

He smirked, walking to the front of the class, looking upon the patient student as he then sighed. "Yes, Soren. It was necessary." He then turned back to the students. "I have your first assignment." He chuckled. "I want each of you, to ponder this thought for a second;


Assignment #:1
Difficulty: D
Due: Exactly 1 week from now. (Nov.10)
Status: What if you were caught off guard during a fight, and due to some outside force, you were only able to fight physically? (No Alchemy, weapons, or elements of any kind are permitted to usage.) I want you to send me a fight, using one of these opponents; A vampire, lycan, or orc? The fight must be 2-3 paragraphs long, and sent in a PM to me. Your grades shall be addressed during class.

Slowly lowering her raised hand back to her desk, she nods quietly, her question having been answered. Upon getting the new assignment, she immediately starts to think about it, going to work.

The cursing bothered her a bit, but she stays quiet, resisting the urge to take her glove off and freeze the boy's mouth shut. She focuses on her assignment, putting a lot of thought into it, knowing she'll take a bit to hand it in.

He smiled, leaning back against his chair as his feet were up on his desk, slowly dozing off.

Pulling the glove off her right hand, she places the exposed palm on the top of her desk, watching as ice slowly begins to expand from her hand to the edges of the desk, completely covering the top. Lifting her hand, the spot beneath is completely ice-free. She smiles, putting her glove back on, and continues to think.

-she nods to the teacher, then throws a glare in Nimato's direction, her violet eyes flashing red for a split second before returning to normal as she looks away and settles down. Putting her leather glove back on, she rests the elbow of her right arm on the ice that's covering her desk, laying her cheek in the palm of the hand and closing her eyes-

She starts to raise her hand, but stops herself, setting it back down on her desk. She knew she really wanted to show that she's just as good as Nimato, but she also didn't want to prove it this way. Closing her eyes, she hears two of the voices in her head telling her to do it while the other two are saying no. She growls softly, trying to keep herself under control.

She growls softly, pulling her gloves off and tossing them to the ground, slamming her hands on the top of her icy desk and standing up. "I would like to show what I can do, sir." She says.

Moving from behind her desk, she slowly strides up to the front of the class, every step causing the floor beneath her feet to freeze. She looks at her exposed hands, then back up at him, unsure of how to start exactly. "Sir...how do I begin?"