[b]Day 2[/b]

Chris strolled into the arena, whistling as he walked, when he noticed Raule was already busy with the combat droids. Shit. Late. He glanced around before moving into place, apparently nobody had noticed. More importantly, Mr. Seor didn’t notice. Good. He checked his weapons briefly, knowing his turn would be up soon. He looked up just in time to see Raule rip off one of the droid’s arms and throw it at one of its teammates. Chris raised an eyebrow. [i]’I’ll have to match that,[/i] he thought to himself. 

The noise -mainly the gunfire-, suddenly died down, and Raule stepped off the stage. 

“Alright. Another one of our fine 5th years has volunteered to demonstrate for you all. Chris, if you please?..”

Chris cracked his knuckles as he stepped out onto the stage. This was going to be fun. He stood in place for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as the droids powered back on. He reopened his eyes. 

“Begin.”

The droids suddenly sprang to life, and began their routines. Bladed bots charged, as did the unarmed bots, and the gunners began spinning. He knew exactly how to take them down within his skillset, after countless hours of training: aim for the joints, with any means necessary. The first bot to near him rushed into an overhead strike with its blade. Chris pulled himself to its side, simultaneously dodging the attack and removing his bowie knife from his jacket. He stomped down on the inside of its knee with all his force, bringing the bot down, and thrusted the knife into a chink in its neck.That wouldn’t keep it down for long, but it bought him the time to wheel around and deal with the other droids’ attacks.

The rest of his demonstration would consist of fancy dodges and rolls, crazy gunslinging, mind-blowing precision shooting into impossibly small joints, and generally being a badass making the extra effort to put on a show. At the very end, during a brief lull in the combat, he found himself face to face with the knife-necked droid again. Time to finish the job. 

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“Enough!”

Mr. Seor’s words rang out clearly, and all the robots powered down. All of them, except for the one that was now lying headless in a heap on the floor. Chris had one leg up on the droid’s body, pressing it down from it’s spazzing with his boot. He held the severed droid head up in the air above his own, showing off his trophy. During his moment, he searched the faces of the audience, and winked at Dagny. A few seconds later, he stepped down, carrying the head (which later found a home in his dorm) out with him. 

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[b]Day 3[/b]

An assignment. Great. He rolled his eyes as he stepped into the classroom, coffee in hand. He took a seat in a(n unspecified) desk, and sat there half-listening during Mr. Fenris and Varren’s spiels. His job, in a nutshell, would be to babysit the younger classes. [i]Great.[/i] He let out a yawn as he looked over the other students in the classroom.