A stroke and another, a third one and a fourth. At the fifth stroke, Sokovic was done talking. At the tenth following the ninth, a hand slowed down, making the eleventh more elaborate. The twelfth was separated from its predecessors. The thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth took part during the din rising. The twentieth shouldn't have happened - the instructor was tardy. Thirty, forty, fifty. A minute passed, and the stock was done, connecting to the body, terminating in a barrel. Füchsinger sighed as she lifted her drawing utensil, a small mechanical pencil she'd keep close to her person at all times. Before her, she'd spent the last ten minutes sketching a Heckler and Koch Gewehr 36 from her mind. The singular parts had been easy, but now that she saw the end result, the blonde was less than pleased with it. Like Frankenstein's monster, the sum of its parts was less than each single thing's value. Now that her muse had died with her disappointment, she began doodling, drawing a little heart next to the German assault rifle - noting "i Want you" in perfect, frilly cursive next to it, and eventually, chuckling about the silliness of the thing.
Nextrica did have a care for the news.... one that was shattered upon hearing her parent's death being yet again reported by the news. Why on earth the idiots in the media keep going on and on about it was annoying to her, yet she couldn't do much about it as she was still considered a child by many at the age of 14. She passed the time by doodling various sketches of the mineral she been studying since the Night of Blood, for Nextrica was convinced that there was more to it than meets the eye. She regarded everyone in the room as lower than herself, as in her experience there were very, very few people worth showing respect.... And a lot of people that needed education.
Standing furthest from the others across the room, a tall man crouched as he scanned his pack. He had long black hair which dropped wildly across his beard-ridden face. He wore simple cloths that gave away to his powerfully-built body, cord-like muscles covered with strange tribal tattoos. Around his neck and wrists he wore simple necklaces and bracelets made out of strange bone and plants. Even if he would look like a human to others, the feral look in his eyes gave away his true nature as the notepad and pen lay smashed to pieces couple of feet away from him. "Where is this instructor, I'm tired of being in this closed place," Black Fang spoke, the words were spat rather than spoken.
Thianna was in a corner observing the magnetic fields around the room. He noted all metal components, and could tell what they were made out of. He was tired waiting for this instructor and decided to turn on the television again, turning it up full whack. He pulled his black hood over his bald head, and muttered to himself "Tá sé seo tharr barr," chuckling at what he had said.
"Blyakha!" Artium cursed as the bald *child* in the corner had suddenly decided to be a noisome basted. "Turn it down you deaf bowling ball!" he said to Thianna.
Another man covered in tribal tattoos sat at the table as well, though clad in a t-shirt and jeans, and the only attire that hinted at his heritage being a necklace of caiman teeth, and until the news had ended he had stared in wonder at the televisions, even a year and a half in what most people considered a fairly civilized locale, the culture shock still got to him sometimes and he found televisions endlessly fascinating, particularly the falsely named "news", as 'Bloodtooth' enjoyed hearing about the carnage in Africa and it temporarily sated that evil thing's desire for bloodlust and carnage, thus making controlling the Bloodtooth urges easier for Hemi. "Calm yourself Fang, the instructor will be here soon I hope."
A hand landed on the back of Hemi "So nobody bat an eye." It was ice-cold. "I observed and am already disappointed. You did not even bother to discuss why you have been assembled?" The mans hand was first, then the rest materialized, revealing a completely black garbed man with only the pure white eyes looking out from above his mask. "But let us skip the... Formalities then since that is how you are. We move directly on combat training. We will start... NOW!" With one hand some sort of black hole was created, then the ninja-man grabbed Hemi and threw him in the portal, sliding across the table, grabbing the little 14 year old girl and throws her after the first one. The portal disappeared and another opened. Thianna was grabbed and thrown into it, the man suddenly turning invisible, until Black Fang suddenly was flying toward the portal and the instructor materialized again. He ran straight forward to the female with the love for the G36, but instead of grabbing her, he just ran through her - leaving her in an icy sensation - before she suddenly got pushed into her back into a new portal that was created. Artium was next who simply was devoured by a portal that built under his feet and devoured him. The Lone Sentinel was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown into the portal after Artium. That left Electric Fox, who was approached by the masked man casually before being pushed into a wall that created a portal. As soon as they were thrown in the portals, they ended up in various arenas that were like gladiator halls but split by impenetrable glass so that the groups could watch each other as they fought so it seemed. Each combat was 1on1, save for one which was a battle royal between three combatants. Arena 1: Bloodtooth / @MetalDog4 versus Artium / @Grall_Stonefist Arena 2: Nextrica / @Angles versus Thianna / @Bjorn_Gornikson Arena 3: Dreadlord / @NightxHaunter versus The Lone Sentinel / @lord-watchman Arena 4: Tiger / @Casavay versus Black Fang / @Colapse versus Electric Fox / @Vulpas (I rolled dice to determine the combatants, FYI; how you handle PvP is up to you. I suggest pure narrative fighting since you have no idea of each others powers.) There was a platform in the center, where the presumable instructor stood. "The winner of each group will be chosen to advance to the next step. The loser will be one more year in the hero academy before given clearance to fight for the UN. Give it your best, because this is your exam for graduation, Ladies and Gentlemen." Visual Aid:
Electric fox was in a corner while all of this went on he was half asleep As he suddenly felt himself boost into a portal he reacted suddenly by looking around he landed in the mud. as he heard the instructors words he got him self off and looked around The tribal that was in the room was across from him and a women. "Well This will be intersting." he said as he raised his fists as if he was in a bar brawl his eyes glowed white. as he looked to the others "So whats everyone name?" he asked as he slowly moved looking at the two in the areana. The man currently kept both his legs apart showing his grey jeans and boots. he kept on a old bomber jacket that looked years old and somewhat tattered in the back. around his neck looked to hold something like a necklace. his face had his grayish white hair along with his steel colored hair on his face from a beard starting to come in.
"Did you hit your head on your way down, Fox?" the burly man spoke as he got on his feet and stood straight, smelling the surrounding air. "It's me, Black Fang." Turning around, he nodded to the girl as well, "I grow tired of these tests. We should work as a pack and deny our instructor the pleasure of seeing us beaten down. After all, the whole point of this place is to work together. So I suggest we try and find a way out of here." With that said, Black Fang walked around the battle cage, looking for unseen any ways out of it.
"i will tell you now do not take this the wrong way but you will not win" as he spoke the sentinel remained still his cloak still on but his knife now reasted in his hand "i should warn you though if you are not dtrong enough you may die"
