Syrus was the first to retort. "Yeah when do I get to kick that guys ass?" Syrus asked it as a real question and not as sarcasm. He knew the answer so he went off and hoped into one of the birds before Duncan could reply. He was annoyed with the head instructor. He lacked respect for anyone it seemed. All military and no heart, probably didn't even know what a heart was. Syrus grabbed a set of headphones and mic from the compartment, putting them on Syrus began to think. Duncan was a good man but if he didn't stand up to that ass on two legs then he was going to end up under the man's boot. Of course Syrus hadn't made it easy for the man in the past year. He was bounced around so much because Syrus would either out shine the teacher in combat and gods knew that none of them liked that or the teacher would think that their class wasn't challenging enough. Duncan had resorted to neither of those. Duncan simply grinned and bared it. Syrus had to admit that one day he would love the chance to beat him in battle but comrades they were today so he would let it be. Syrus waited for the others to join in and climb in the birds so that they could accomplish their goals, or rather a variation of them. He hoped to defeat the army and drive them from Dollet!