Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-13593058-20160902033608

"Regardless of this being the first day of class, we will be having hands-on experience." Summers announced. The classroom quickly degenerated into waves of murming and gasps. Some desperately tried to decipher what she meant.


 * BANG* *BOOOOOM*

The roof exploded, blanketing the room in silence once again.

"I was not done talking." Summers interjected coldly, pistol in hand like before. "I will choose 6 candidates at random. These individuals will have the chance to experience the most basics of combat." She curled her eyebrows and scanned the room patiently. For a few moments, true silence was achieved.

Until hell broke loose again.

From behind her back Summers fanned out 6 weighted knives, all sharp enough to split hair, and began injecting them into the audience. Each of them flew with great precision, producing a faint whistle before reaching their destinations. They weren't particularly fast projectiles, just enough for the ones on the recieving end to snatch them out of the air, if they were competent at all that is.

Summers cleared her throat, recovering her composure as she did before noting the the six candidates did indeed, avoid certain death. Then she commanded confidently, "The six of you who have recieved an invitation, please stand up."

Several creaks of moving chairs were heard all over as the individuals obeyed. Without missing a beat, she began naming off her students, each of whom approached her from their seating as soon as they were called "Mr. Leicent,  Ms. Havek,  Ms. Souris,  Ms. Fritillary,  Mr. Carnelian, and,  Mr. Flintrock." Rounds of applausal erupted as the six descended hurrily but was instantly halted by the sound of a cocked gun.

The professor began her pace around the students, looking them in the eye as she passed, "The six of you will choose a sparring partner. The scenario suggests that you have somehow 'lost' your weapon or that it is malfunctioning due to lack of upkeep or simple bad luck, fortunately, you may choose your opponent amongst the yourselves provided that you are non-related ." then she addressed the class, "Here we see another problem of general combat, weight-class, and also to some degree, sex."

A giggle chirped out of a corner of the room, however, it was met with a quick gun shot.

"You will have difficulty facing someone of a higher weight-class than you." she approached both Tyde and Cordovan, both of whom were taller than her by a few inches. She reached out to their ears and pulled them down to her face level without hesitation and continued her lecture. "That is a fact. That is why tools were invented to close that gap. However, that does not mean having a higher weight-class automatically means a win." Having lost interest in the two boys, she freed them from her grip and continued as she approached Diana and Leila. "It simply means t hat an individual of lower weight-class cannot afford to be taken advantage of. Unfortunately, sex will play a role here as males will tend to have a higher weight-class to their female counter parts. Muscle-mass will be higher and easier to develop in males as well. So... choose your opponents wisely."

(PvP time! You can choose who to fight, and you're welcome to create your own threads to make it less messy. Just link me the threads and I'll pop in some coaching or commentary or something if you'd like.)