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Well shit.

''"Great." ''He sighs. "Just great."

The merc strides up to the platform, plated boots making hardly a sound. The crowd parts before him, and he reaches the stage with no incidents.

He turns to the instructer, who, currently, is glaring at him. A challenge in those old eyes: You wont pass, unless you show me you're worth it. Growling, Nox nods ever so slightly.

Challenge excepted. He turns away, to the other end of the platform.

"Armor."

And back around he goes, to face the man again. "''What?" ''

"The armor. Remove it."

The teen shakes his head. ''"It would take too long. And I'd prefer to get this done. I'll pull the gauntlets, and the helmet. Unless you want to waste more time. Then by all means, make me take it off." ''He speaks, blatent disrespect and derision clear within his tone.