Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27137333-20160505050806

The sounds of metal clashing against metal could be heard. At least, he thought that was the sound they made. He wasn't entirely sure if the aura itself would make them sound different. Either way, it didn't really matter to him, especially when he was currently bored. Having nothing to entertain himself with Viorel Costa fell once again to the land of dreams.

Only a few minutes passed when he was jolted back to reality. He felt a sting to his side, probably one of his teammates wanting something from him. He'd make sure to get back at them later for that as soon as he makes people stop staring at hi-

Wait, why were people looking at him.

"... Why's every- shit, it is my turn, isn't it?" Viorel muttered to himself, more of a statement than a question, especially when the teacher called for him again.

Ugh, he thought he could take a nap during this class, since the odds of him being picked were low. Although, he wouldn't put it past one of his teammates for volunteering him. That or it really was just a random choice, but he can always question his teammates later about it.

He didn't like partaking in spars, but he knew he'd fall behind more if he tried forfeiting this time. He might as well try now that he gained a bit of rest anyway, his sleep schedule should be fine if he did this anyway.

Heading to the locker room to get his weapon, Metin Mund, Viorel got into his regular combat clothing. Cursing under his breath, Viorel made his way to the arena to meet up with his opponent.

Through all this, he hadn't even noticed who it was that he was even facing anyway. Could be someone far stronger than anything he has ever faced, or it could be the easier fight he's ever been in. Eh, doesn't matter much anyways, wouldn't change his battle style.

Taking a moment to get a feel of his own aura, mainly the energy that he could feel from him, Viorel noted that he was running on half charge at the moment. Really? Can't even use his semblance at full capacity?

"Tch, would be running at a full tank if I've slept the whole class... whatever, let's just get this over with." The blue cap wearing teen stated out loud, holding Metin Mund in its dust-thrower mode. 