Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151201064839/@comment-24304510-20151202043531

Seeing the smile creep onto the teacher's face gave Lanse a bit more resolve. Now that they were both comfortable, it would be much easier to proceed. Disengaging Gjallarthorn from his belt, the musician considered it for a moment, before laying it on the desk that Clove had just moved away from.

"If you're sure you're okay with it." Lanse really didn't want to attack a professor, even for a demonstration. But she'd requested it, and he knew she was likely much stronger than he. One did not teach a class at Beacon without a bit of history under their belt. After confirming that she was indeed wanting him to attempt a strike, he settled back, shifting his weight around.

Pulling his arm back, Lanse produced a comical windup sound effect, clearly telegraphing his move to Clove. His fist thrust forward with a fair amount of strength, enough to stagger a small person like the teacher backwards if it connected. But the raven-haired boy knew something else would be at play.