Marcus blinked as he recognised the professor’s voice and immediately swallowed dryly.

“Yes ma’m.” Marcus acknowledged her commands and dismounted. One of the other students, a new face with striking emerald green eyes, made a remark that caused him to wince.

“Yeah, funny you should mention that.” Marcus replied uncomfortably.

The entrance exams obstacle course was a prime example of a challenge still based around the idea of hunters as purely infantry. The rules had only specified that participants had to stay inside of the bounds and complete the course in whatever way they saw fit. While many an obstacle had been designed with more than one way to overcome it, ‘complete obliteration’ had not been one of them. Probably. Outside of miss Iderson, the other referees were too busy frothing at the mouth or staring at the wreckage to give Marcus a straight explanation about that particular detail. He had not stuck around long enough to find out the specifics. Once miss Iderson confirmed that he had passed he promptly vacated the area before the other referees could strangle him for what he had done to the course.

He still did not know if he was even allowed to go back there anymore.

Still rather than dwell on the past it was time to get himself a rifle and start the lesson. Marcus felt more at ease inspecting the weapon, checking if it was loaded or not and other busywork. Not that the heavy bolt action needed attention. Gunmen often joked that this particular design was dreamed up by two drunks on the back of a napkin. Simple, reliable and with enough oomph to knock an Ursa on it’s ass with just the shockwave of the bullet.

Armed once more he stood at the ready for further instructions.