Hazel grinned as Hayato admitted defeat. *You're on another level.* Hazel's ego definitely was not wounded today. "Hmmmmm... how many Special Assignments?" She thought for a second. She had lost count. "A lot. I like to go whenever I can." She smiled at him. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to compliment him too. "You're not too bad. With some practice I think you'll make a good Knight." Hazel's smile dropped as a student with a stern voice started shouting her down. Their observer. "Restraint? There's no point to sparring if you hold back. You spar to practice, and you don't get anything out of it if you don't go your all." She spied the crest on his sleeve. Everything made sense. "You wouldn't really understand, Magi aren't frontline fighters. I'm sure a Knight like him," She nodded towards Hayato, "Can handle that. If he couldn't I'd say he isn't worthy to protect you Magi." Hazel's smile was long gone, and her face went stern.

Another interloper came onto the scene. A Cleric, this time. Her body was sore, and she would likely have a lasting bruise, but she wasn't going to ask for help from a Cleric. "I'm fine." She said brusquely.