[center][u][b]Ivan Oakley - PE[/b][/u][/center]

Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. 

As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: [i]He'd gained quite a number of enemies.[/i] Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.[i] Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant-[/i]

He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. [b]"Hey, you alright?"[/b]