Go figure that the brains of their team would make a stupid move like that. Seriously, it was training, who injured themselves that badly during training? Tinker apparently, now they may end up having to slow down their regiment a bit to let him recuperate. Giving his teammate's bruises a light prodding the redhead frowned when he was shoved back abruptly, looking at Ava before breaking into a smile. Ah, of course she was taking charge, she always did. Chuckling under his breath he got into the typical military stance, laying his arm over his chest before throwing in a little bow. "Your wish is my command, My Lady." he joked, turning and waving to the pair, "Try getting back in one piece, Tink." Releasing the gas on his maneuver gear he shot up into the trees once more, laughing as he slingshot well above where he'd stuck to and swung himself forward again, picking up momentum fair easily. Using his speed it was easy enough to catch up to Zero, and Alois had to make it a point to slow himself some in order to keep pace with his friend. Having caught the tail end of Zero's lamenting he smiled, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion. "Relax, we're here to pick up your slack," Alois teased, grinning before rubbing at his nose to relieve an itch, "But seriously, it's training, don't get bent out of shape. It's not like those wood cutouts are going to make you pay for it."

In no short order the bulk of 72nd had made it back to the barracks, with Ava and Tinker showing up some time afterwards. By then everyone had dressed down into more comfortable wear and had been lounging around in their respective housing areas, many of whom were chatting about Tinker's slip up. For the most part it was not uncommon for recruits to make mistakes like that, even this far into training. People got overzealous, wanted to show off or just plain made a mistake and things happened, that was an accepted part of it all. When you were in the top 10 students however and slipped up everyone in the entire battalion knew about it. Like wildfire it spread throughout the ranks and in no time it was a topic amongst many groups. After all there was little to talk about tonight, really the bulk of their day had been that sole practice and naught else. Though normal banter had very little interest for Alois he found himself increasingly annoyed by how everyone was speaking of Tinker. It was fine for them, those in the top 10 to joke about it, they were his peers and comrades in arms. But the others were beneath them to a point. He didn't think of it as their being lesser though, more that it aggravated him they were questioning Tinker's placement. He had earned his position, all of them had, and a little hiccup didn't change that.

"I would have loved to see the look on his face when he fell! Can you imagine it?" one boy chortled, his freckled face twisted into a wide smile as he laughed.

"Yeah, he's supposed to be some genius or somethin', but what kind of genius goes and does that?" another asked, his bright orange hair reflecting off the oil lanterns, "Bet he was faking it to get attention from that Ava girl."

Those two, and another three at the table burst into a chorus of laughter at the expense of Tinker's misfortune. They had been at it for a while now, essentially stopping their game of cards in favor of gossip. A third member of the group, a black haired boy with slight stubble pretended to fall onto the table, inciting more laughter before he feigned a puppy-dog look. "Oh please help me Ava... I fell down and need help..." he mumbled, grinning incessantly as he then made groping motions with both his hands. The group was into their taunting too much to realize Alois had risen from his seat and come over. The black haired boy had his arms still up when he felt someone grab one, and instantly yelped in pain when it was wrenched behind his back. A hand laid itself on the back of his skull and slammed his head into the table, making him groan painfully. 

"If you want to see a medic so badly I can help," Alois said, grinning as he applied more pressure on the boy's arm. Hearing the sound of chairs scraping on the floor he glanced up, noting the other four boys who had risen and looked ready to come to their friend's defense. Reaching back into his belt he withdrew a folding knife, flicking it out and pulling the black haired boy into a sitting position. "Hey now, we're all just having a laugh here, right? It sounds like you want to see my friend Ava, so how about I give you a reason to go there?" Moving the knife somewhat close to the boy's head he held it steady, satisfied by the uneasy whimpering his fellow recruit made. Just as he figured, they were high and mighty until someone who could put them in their place came along, then they were like dogs with tails between their legs. Another sound grabbed Alois' attention then, this time it was the door opening up. Pretty soon thereafter a booming voice screamed at him from across the room and in no short order demanded he stop what he was doing.

Flicking the knife closed Alois returned it to its spot, releasing the black haired boy and turning to face their instructor. An older, bald man with sunken, furious eyes and a goatee, and a face that just screamed discipline. Everything about him did really, there was a reason he was in charge of recruits. Initially Alois had been fair unsettled by the man if only because it was the one person he couldn't get to, and while still the case he had come to accept it. Now it was a bit more of a respect, at least on his end. His tendency to get a bit violent with fellow recruits likely hadn't made him a favorite of their instructor.

"Heidrich, quit fuckin' around with your classmates! They're not Titans so I don't know why you're drawing a blade on them!"

Striking the military salute for the second time today Alois adopted a straighter expression, nodding his head as he stared straight ahead. "Sir, my mistake! It won't happen again!" 

The instructor made no qualms about expressing his skepticism, scoffing as he stared down the young warrior. "As if I haven't heard that bullshit excuse for an apology a dozen times now. Be lucky you're valued, otherwise your ass would be toast by now!" Folding his arms behind his back he looked about the room, noticing many recruits were now watching the scene unfolding. Slamming his foot harshly into the floorboards everyone quickly got back to their business, leaving him and Alois to finish. Marching over to the group of boys he frowned disapprovingly, already knowing they had somehow agitated Heidrich. That was always the sole common factor, someone pushed his buttons and he snapped. "You should all keep your damn traps shut, and count yourselves lucky you're in training. Were we out in the field there would be no one to keep someone from gutting you for running your mouths, bear that in mind." With that the instructor turned and left, having other matters to attend to.

Alois took no satisfaction in the instructor's berating of the other boys, he didn't feel as though it had done what he'd hoped. If he had been allowed to keep at his little rouse then he could have easily scared them into submission. He would never actually take a knife to a fellow recruit, not unless they really, REALLY deserved it. Trashing his closest comrades was a low move but it didn't warrant being stabbed. Smirking to himself the redhead glanced back once more at the group before going back to his table, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over his chest as his feet went onto the table. Speaking of Tinker though, when was he supposed to be back into the swing of things? And when was Ava going to be back?