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"Mhm." He grunted. Hand to hand...he's not the best, but he can certainly survive. Sighing again, he flexed his hand. Academics, are not his strong suit. More of his brother's. But combat? The fingers curled into a fist, the pointed digits digging into his palm.

He'd be damned if he didn't understand this.

"When do we start?" His voice is hard, cold. Utterly lethal. His posture isn't relaxed.

He most likely can't kill. But he'd leave them crippled. And these hypocritical narcessists?

Nox snarled. "Let's see if you can contain the monster you brought in, ''Huntsmen!" ''He growls lowly.

A nameless teacher stood at the podium. He was elderly, but fit. And he spoke with a tone that brooks no arguement. "Alright, freshmen! Listen up!"