Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26130256-20170814015216

Edom kept respectfully silent as the tournament crowd filed out. Part of his plan of going undetected hinged on using the rest of the class as camouflage. With one remark from Prof. Bolton, his odds had dropped from 1 in 30 to maybe 1 in 18. Not impossible, certainly, but not easy either.

As for Bolton's actual words, Trigo would have gladly debated the man, if he was present. As "The Tornado" had explained ad nauseam, all weapons had the capacity to be used non-lethally, only that some were easier than others (hence why police officers carried batons and not chainsaws). Trigo himself used a pair of shotguns, for Dust's sake, and he could fight at any level of violence between 'vigorous interpretive dance' and 'bury their remains in a shoebox'. Control was just as important in battle as strength or agility, and if you could only kill with a technique, the fault was your own.

Of course, that was his uncle's argument, and he could make it with far more eloquence than Azulius ever could. Not to mention that speaking in such a way would torpedo his cover, especially with Fritz watching. For now, it was best to keep listening. After all, everyone else at Flagg Azzie had met was more than competent at their job, and Bolton did not look like an exception.

"Eh, one quick question," Edom raised his hand. "If the techniques you're teaching are built to maim or kill, won't it be kinda difficult to practice them on each other?"