[center][h2]Ahriman Kore Agesander — Physical Education[/h2][/center]

Running late for the first class wasn't exactly the best first impression, but life wasn't quite as kind to Ahriman as he'd want at the moment. Clipboard in hand, he made way into the classroom, eyes locking onto each of his students. The room itself was a rather large stadium, indoor track field circling half of the entire gym. The other half contained a practice basketball court, waxed and polished just this weekend as per request from Ahriman. In the midst of the track were various gymnastics equipment, of which a lot of the smaller equipment lay in a large storage closet just in the hall near the locker rooms. There were other rooms branching off the gym, one side leading to the indoor pool and the other to the weightlifting room, part of which could be partitioned off for a more personable class, i.e. yoga, aerobics, and various other things. Everything was where it should have been, placed precisely with the correct number of equipment (all even numbers) and everything looking scrubbed clean about five or ten times depending on who was asked. There wasn't much in terms o decoration aside from what Beacon tended to put up on behalf of honorary athletes and the like, things Ahriman didn't pay much mind to as there was no real need.

Decked in a pair of Beacon provided ensemble, a pair of black track pants and grey t-shirt, looking far more casual than he usually did, but sweating in formal clothing didn't make the list of things to do that day. Behind him, trailing with his suitcase all buckled tight and other hand grasping a paper bag, Solomon gave a wave to the students already prepping for class. He leaned over, pointing over to the far corner of the gym where Ahriman's office lay. "I'll leave the left overs in there," Solomon said, before turning further to address the class—Ahriman turned him further, so he actually faced most of them, instead of half the class. "Watch him for me, you guys and try not to let him push you around too much. Guy's got antlers up to here, but they're mostly just for show," he reached out to tug on one, only to get his hand swatted. With that note he made off toward the other side of the gym, a light haze floating out like tendrils around him.

With that, Ahriman cleared his throat before bringing the clipboard to his front as he examined it. He roll called quickly before marking everyone down and turning his full focus onto the class before him. "Fitness to a hunter is of utmost importance, I'm assuming most of you know that," Ahriman began, tilting his head to the side a little, "Your health, both mental and physical, are things you'll need to learn exactly how to take care and I'm positive we'll accomplish that, as long as we all focus on the material and put effort toward our work. Over the course of the year and semester, there are quite a few things we'll be going over, from regular sports to routine work outs to diet and regular exercising. I intend to keep all of you well in shape and, hopefully, teach each and every one of you how to properly look after yourselves and your well being."

Looking back down at the clipboard in his hand, Ahriman gave a small hum. "As for who I am, I'd prefer if you call me Mr. Kore, for the sake of my sanity, and yours, possibly," he spoke, "Aside from that, we should definitely get this class going; I won't make a habit of being late, you can be assured of that." Turning he stopped mid stride before looking back at the class, eyes narrowed, "And if you have any ailments, I would definitely appreciate being told before you have an asthmatic attack or strenuous activity causes you to go into cardiac arrest."

"It's happened twice," Solomon waved, making his way to the exit to avoid Ahriman's glare. Though he did, Ahriman merely gave a nod and made for the track equipment.

"We'll start the day with a few laps, then," Ahriman spoke, "Expect me to push you to your limits this week: I want to know how much each of you are capable of. If you hate me for it, at least you'll be healthier while doing so." He snapped a finger, signalling for the class to move toward the doors outside where the larger track field and other outdoor sports fields lay just behind the campus buildings and large gym. It was certainly nice outside and Ahriman was one for fresh air rather than being forced to remain stuffy and cramped. Antlers, especially ones as large as his this time of year, would do that to a person.

"You all are capable," he mused, "Two miles. Would prefer to keep this under fifteen."