Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130913011303/@comment-11588669-20130915152710

Rhythemic tapping reaches his ears, and Nox sighs a bit more. He quickly removes the arm plates, gauntlets, and helmet. The merc walks to the far side, away from the other students, and sets the armor down. The techknife is set down beside it, and Nightfall is placed below.

Once he made his way back to the instructer, he gives one more nod. Settling into a relaxed stance, the scarred teen waits. And muses on the timing of the H2H training.

''I booked this specific time for VR combat several weeks in advance. How in the hell did it just HAPPEN to fall on hand to hand instruction day? Either I have really bad timing, or someone doesnt like me. Maybe Verda payed someone off....''

(Just to clear something up: Italicized text within quotations-> "Hello."<- Nox's voice through the helmet. Without it, it's just him thinking.-> What in the? <- Sorry if that was a bit confusing.)