"Unfortunately, I believe you're pretty on the mark with this one, Vic. It appears that some wounds will take some time to heal." She murmured thoughtfully, chomping down on her salad as she watched Robert suddenly look like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "I don't even see what bothered her so much! It's only panties like and it's not like anyone was staring! This place is for hunters of the finest order; I'm certain that they're not going to be accepting some old perverts!" She chuckled sensibly before her light mood turned to suspicion as she slowly rotated around to give her team a scanning look. "None of you were staring at her panties, [i]right[/i]?"

After quite a spectacle in which it seemed that only Jayden was spared from Rayna's rant, the team was left a little under the weather but Rayna felt that it was a good step. If she was meant to share a room with these guys then she needed to inform them that they had to be respectful, especially considering she hadn't exactly arrived at Beacon with a large amount of normal pyjamas.

After a quick check on her scroll, she nodded to Victor quickly. "I'm in Armoury class with you. You better sit with me Vic because my current experience of the other teams hasn't exactly been phenomenal." With that, she remembered to give him an appreciative smile before she dragged him to his feet and set him on the path to Armoury.

Within minutes, they had arrived in the workshop with not a moment to spare. The bell suddenly rung and as she took her seat, there was only one question on her mind.

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[b]"Who owns the tank?"[/b] The professor spoke for the first time after a thorough inspection of the tank that looked more like a medical examination. Adjusting his spectacles, he gave the tank a brief knock before returning to his thoughtful beard-stroking. Marcus barely even had time to finish his answer before Elijah retorted. [b]"A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed."[/b] It seemed that he was already acquainted with them all but he simply had checked the charter to their pictures and the memory stuck.

The actual classroom part of the workshop seemed completely out of place, surrounded by heavy mechanisms, furnaces and a collection of workstations that took up half of the total area. It would have appeared totally chaotic if the whole room wasn't swept until spotless and filled with a number of small, hovering machines that had no sole purpose except for making the industry of the room appear to have a life of its own. The room had a certain magic to it that was hard to miss.

[b]"I imagine that a fair proportion of each of your teams are now in the room opposite this learning about Grimm and whatnot but let me make this very clear to all of you. In this year, I'm going to educate you upon the finesse of a well-made weapon. I imagine that learning the weak spots on the armour of a Goliath would be very practical knowledge for young hunters like yourselves but who needs to know the weak spots when you can blow it to smithereens?"[/b] He paced back and forth, giving his small introduction speech as he eyed all of them behind those cold, emotionless, tinted-black spectacles.

[b]"From here on inwards you are no longer simply hunters in training but inventors, engineers and pyromaniacs. And yes, you can specialise in explosives in my class. It is very obvious to me that a certain number of you have a talent in this subject but let us make this point even more obvious. When you come to me, I do not expect a single ounce of talent but you will all work until your hands are numb and you will more than likely not enjoy it but the end result will be astounding. We all got that? Good. Welcome to Armoury, ladies."[/b]

After his rather inspiring speech, he handed out some hefty looking textbooks that looked better suited to more knowledge-heavy subjects such as History. Once everyone settled down once more, he crossed his arms over his chest and regarded them for a further few moments. With graceful fingers, he plucked his old pocket watch from his waistcoat and analysed the time - they were precisely on track. [b]"Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!"[/b] Unlike his earlier conversational tone, these were more attuned to commands with a loud voice and an unneeded pace. Although he stressed earlier that he didn't expect talent, he needed to inspect where it was lacking and where there was so much that it could impact on the mind-set of the student.