Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24487330-20150812194308

One close call after another. This is how | Camo Vance would most likely have described his field experience at Beacon up to the day in question, were he asked specifically. True, his teammates had rallied to his defense multiple times before, and they had suffered very few setbacks as a team, but this was never the archer's focus. Rather, his disappointment was centered on himself, both as an individual and as part of Team TCTA, for (in his own eyes, at least) his inability to contribute effectively to the group's combat efficiency or to even hold his own when his allies could not aid him directly.

Then, about a week before the current setting, Camo had been spectating on sparring matches when he saw a tall, muscular Faunus boy fighting. He had been impressed by this individual's fighting style, which was mainly keen on close-quarters combat. Given his admittedly-depressing mindset, it was no great stretch for him to consider learning some such techniques himself. With increasing his survivability and becoming a more valuable asset as his key motivators, the archer had chosen to swallow his pride and, later, approach the Faunus boy to request his assistance as a mentor of sorts. To his immense relief, the muscle-bound boy had agreed to his request and arranged a time and place to meet later on.

Fast-forward to the present day, where Camo was finally standing at the door to the training room, where he had agreed to train with his new acquaintance. He was nervous about his chances of success, but thinking logically, he knew that hesitation at this point would not help him in any way. After working up his courage, he opened the door and stepped inside... 