Allen smirked at the idea of dueling the other meister. "As much as I'd enjoy beating you to a pulp, I have no idea where my weapon ran off to." He  shrugged slightly. "But otherwise I'd gladly take you up on the offer." He dropped his arms, letting his hands slide smoothly into his pockets. "If I find my weapon we'll probably talk again." He turned away from Angelo, starting to walk away. "And I'd avoid stereotypes about Witches, my mother would've surprised you."

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Myth was surprised when one of the two girls he had been apologizing too earlier grabbed his hand and started to pull her to her table. If he remembered correctly, she was the weapon, but he couldn't remember her name for the absolute life of him. "Oh, uhm, sure..." He sat down once they reached the table, looking a tad nervous, and biting his lip a bit, unsure what to say, or to start saying. He looked over at her meister, who he remembered had gotten angry at the beginning of the class when Professor Stein started teaching from the start of the textbook. "H-hi again."