Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728

"...important to know your own abilities in combat, as well as those of your allies. Teamwork and cooperation are essential in any mission, for instance: predicting your Teammate's actions based on their fighting style would help coordinate team attacks during a battle."

Professor Goodwitch paused her lecture to glare accusingly at two students at the back of the classroom, who were obviously not paying attention. Banner, as usual, was drunk. The ground around her desk already littered with empty beer cans, and still the girl kept drinking from a seemingly endless supply in her backpack.

Zhu-li struggled to muffle her friend's drunken raving, lest she embarass the Team any further. Dawn reached for another can, which Zhu-li intercepted and quickly stuffed under the desk. "How much did you even drink?" she hissed at Dawn.

"Uhhh....Four?"

"Four beers?! It's not even lunchtime yet!"

"No..." Dawn reached for her backpack again, missed, and grunted annoyedly. The pack fell over, exposing another two dozen empty cans inside. "Four packs!" she smiled goofily, swaying dizzily in her seat before finally passing out.

The theif sighed in annoyance and resolved to find Dawn's stash and burn it afterwards, before she succumbed to organ failure one day...

"....How about a demonstration? Team ADZK? Since you apparenly understand the concept of teamwork so well you can afford to not pay attention? Let's have a sparring match." Goodwitch turned an acid glare on Dawn and Zhu-li, the latter seeming to shrink in embarrassment while trying to wake up her drunk friend for the match.

Several agonizing minutes later, the younger girl had still made no progress, and Goodwitch turned away in disgust. "Seeing as one of our competitors is... 'unfit for battle', we must find a replacement. Any volunteers?"

A slender hand shot up almost immediately. It belonged to an exotically beautiful looking girl with sparkling green eyes and a fiery cascade of hair. She wore a short beige kimono with billowing sleeves, leather sandals and carried a large sniper rifle on her back. Zhu-li's eyes widened a litle with recognition and fear at the sight of her.

Ever eager to fight, Tigris vaulted over her desk and stalked with catlike grace and deadliness towards Zhu-li, then literally dragged her by the collar to the front of the class.  