Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20170807221945

After greeting the Pyrrha lookalike and sharing a laugh with the Trigo cosplay, Stahlfritz took his position over by Bolton's desk while the teacher himself got up. He was an older, balding man who could only be described as corporate dracula. There was a certain stoutness to his gait and mechanisms on his gloves implied some kind of function to them. An astute observer would note a slight similarity between Bolton's gloves and Frtiz's gauntlets, at least in how they both had slightly extended fingertips.

"Glad to see everyone made it through the snow; now let's not waste your time."

"My name is Seneca Bolton. I am a Beacon alumni, former leader and close-quarters specialist of Team SLTE. I'm sure you've all met my TA Stahlfritz who is currently a Tier-3 Eliminator. The two of us will be your hand-to-hand instructors for this class."

"Now before I start proper, I would like to ask. How many of you here plan to use techniques you will learn here to compete in the upcoming Vytal fesitval or other tournaments?" to this, about 7 students, the Pyrrha lookalike included, raised their hands eagerly.

"I would suggest you drop this class and find an official gym. I do not teach sporting techniques. I teach combat. In sport, you can always rely on your opponent being unwilling to seriously injure you. This is not the same in actual combat where your opponent is almost guaranteed to want to either seriously maim or take your life. The things you will learn in this class are designed to incapacitate your enemy through serious injury or death; they WILL get you a lifetime ban in any sporting arena. Are we clear?"

In dissapointment, said students and even a few others started to gather thier things to leave.

"Before you leave, there is nothing wrong with wanting to compete in a controlled environment. I look forward to watching the tournament, I simply want to remind everyone that there is a large difference between competition fighting and actual fighting." he motioned to Stahlfritz who turned on the projector screen in the classroom, displaying the Syllabus that everyone should already be very familiar with.

"This is something you can go over in your own time in depth so I will do a brief skim of it. The first week we will focus on fight theory so no need to get down and dirty just yet. after that will come lessons in Boxing followed by Krav Maga. Afterwards, we will talk about various disarming techniques and depending on how quickly we get through that, we can talk about Muay Thai and other specific Martial arts. Any questions so far?"

Nervous little bugger that kid... Fritz thought to himself while Bolton lectured. Most everyone who walked in was either A. excited to be here (the Pyrrha lookalike for one) or B. overconfident to a fault (the Trigo cosplayer). Edom fell into the elusive group C. people who seemed terrified or anxious being here.

Stahlfritz remembered why he was politely asked to stop introducing Neophytes to Flagg's campus. A number of them took him seriously when he mentioned a time he tamed a Deathstalker with a rolled-up newspaper into giving him rides around campus. (Obviously, he was joking. No matter how much aura you pump into it, a good weapon rolled up papers do not make. The fact that it happened still left him apalled to this day.)

With Bolton around, chances are those kids'll leave 'fore I can give 'em bad advice...he wondered to himself until Bolton snapped him out of his thoughts and back to work.