Combative Arts Class

[The Watcher]

Combative Arts. Learn how to defend and fight for yourself. Using spells and weapons we will delve into the world of combat. You do not need to bring a weapon if you do not have one. Weapons can and will be provided to those students. Be prepared to spar. Be prepared to fight. You will go home with bruises.

Sign up in a team. You do not have to know your team member but this will be your sparring partner. I will help and I will spar as well but this will be your classmate sparring partner. If there is an odd number I will spar with the student left out. But I am hoping that all teams have two members.

Team 1:
Darian Dumonte
Ethan Yukimaru

Team 2:
Drake Sevnik
James ?

Team 3:
Kheldar
Seig Rhinehart

Team 4:
Riekana, Onira
Mayon Shimauri

Team 5:
Lanji Romano
Angra Mainyu

Team 6:
Daigotsu, Tenshu
Xeryth Varson


Thank you, Professor Zion

[Onira]

Onira looked at the fairly neutral-looking paper, the word "Combative Arts" reminding him of the "How to Kill People" class. Meh, this one didn't seem so bad. Might as well give it a shot. So, he quickly scribbled his name down in the first slot of team 4.

Riekana Onira

[Mayon]

Mayon Shimauri

This was written by Mayon as he read the paper. He was looking forward to a new class as he thought it could be fun.

Mayon signed up on team four along with onira because Mayon kne wthat Onira was an alchemist. Mayon wanted to see Oniras skill up close.

OOC: I know it is short but I am just signing up anyway. If you don't want me on your team Onira send me a pm ;D

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian Dumonte

The elegantly scripted name was put on one of the slots as he turned to look at it for a moment.

You're learning quite a bit.

"It's the way of things Orchid."

[Fukushuu no Mumei]

~Kyoden pointed something out. "Combat. We need practice here." Kyoden wasn't the most helpful in finds, atleast not before Tenshu, but this was quite the find. It so happened to be that Tenshu was trained in a hidden combat of a monk's form of martial arts which he did his best, and other various techniques. He practiced the kaze-do, which was taught to him by the Dark Hitomi family. He knew jujuutsu, a childhood free-lance skill. He compiled gung fu into everything he did in life, gung fu being life itself, not just a martial art. He studied under kenjutsu as long as he could remember in each life-time. Iaijutsu he studied the least. Iaido was ther art of swordsmanship in group combat while in military ranks. This he would use sometime in his life, maybe now.

Tenshu took out the crude blood-pen and signed his name for team six. "You will not be able to act as my shield, Kyoden, but my partner will not replace your benevolence."~

[glow=red,2,300]Daigotsu Tenshu[/glow]

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[Xeryth Varson]

Steel-faced and determined, Xeryth strode up to the sign-up board, black pen in hand. His eyes were narrowed slightly, and his face had a determined, yet distant quality to it. It was as if the boy were constantly thinking of somethat that had happened to him that greatly affected him, and in truth, he was. However, the determined facet of the boy's countenance was doing all it could to stop him from either letting that particular thought get to him, or to let the outside world know that it was.

He quickly surveyed the sign up sheet, noticing it was signed off in pairs. Regarding the empty spots, as well as the half-filled groups, Xeryth, after a few moments of silent consideration, brought his right hand up to the board, signing his name underneath the name already present for group 6, Daigotsu Tenshu. It wasn't a name Xeryth was particularly familiar with, but the way Xeryth had been lately, he felt it was best to distance himself from those he knew for a while, at least. He left, leaving a new name under the list for entrants into the Combative Arts Class.

Xeryth Varson

[Alastin]

With an easy grace Drake leaned over and signed a sheet as he passed by.

Drake Sevnik

[~Traptz~]

Well All You Mother F***ers Will Be Suckers If You Don't Step Aside

Walking down the corridors of this massive school... Ha... This was one place James doubted he would ever be agian... School... Dead... Jail... Very likly... School...Not a chance in hell...But here he was... And by his own will too.

Passing by a bulletin that caught his eye he stopped. Reading over what the sheet read a smirk came across his face.

"Ha... Combat Arts eh?"

Pulling a pen out of his pocket he scribbled his name down, first slot in the second group.... Who knows, they may even teach me something new... After leaving his name on the sheet, James carried on down the halls. Quietly exploring this place...

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Walking silently as usually down the halls, Ethan observed as several students were passing by and through.... signing a sheet to which allowed them to enter a class. Upon closer Inspection, the man realized that the class was combat class. Remembering the family war he fought in, perhaps he should have trained harder before entering the battles, and risk less death. Regardless, he was fine now, and realized he should get stronger and learn the arts of combat....

Quickly moving toward the sheet, Ethan took out a pen he had on his person and decided to write in the spot under a man named Darian Dumonte's name. He wondered what kind of man he was...and wondered if he were of the same kind as Ethan was... of Noble and Illustrious line. Regardless, his task was done know and quietly did he creep to the side, standing near the wall as he expressionlessly awaited for the arrival of a teacher of sorts to lead on the class....

What he Wrote: Ethan Yukimaru

[Kheldar]

Kheldar

A simple signiture.

It was placed on Team 3.

The person looked at it for a moment and walked away.

Maybe I'll get some reading done.

[Sieg]

Sieg Rhinehart was what he wrote on the sheet on the second slot of team 3. He wasn't much of a combat specialist and he was hoping this class would help to improve his weaknesses.

[Angra Mainyu.]

Angra, painful aware of the jurisdiction he was under now. Several pathetic rules regarding other pathetic things inside this school. It was probably like all other schools. No fighting. No running in the hallways. No random murdering sprees. Of course he would have to abide now that he wasn't as unknown in the magic world. That was when he spotted a new thing in a walk through the academy on look for someone who had 'accidentally' fallen that he could feel a thrill from, this new thing was a sign up. Combative Arts Class. He had an excuse to harm people now! His eyes running down over the list, and found no one enlisted in the 5 group, and that was the only free group. Oh well. Fetching a pen from somewhere in his bag or jacket or whatever.

Angra Mainyu

~ That should do the trick. Now I just have to force someone into signing up in team 5 or play the waiting game and see who will willingly spar with me.~ He thought as he continued his walk through the academy. Indeed this day had just a speck more interesting. A small smile on his lips and a right hand pressing the sunglasses further up his nose.

[Lanji Romano]

"Well and good."

Lanji saw the bulletin for a combative arts class. A good place to show off the powers that God had granted him. Seeing the last available slot he leaned over and signed for team five. It would be a good practice indeed.

Lanji Romano.

[The Watcher]

Class is complete. Will start soon.