[center][b][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b][/center] The remainder of the evening was spent in a general atmosphere of fun and relaxation. After nearly bungling an attempt at an impressive kick-strike, somewhat along the lines of what Skyra attempted, Abel toned it down a notch. Though by no means a chatty person, he managed to hold several conversations with Krysanthe, with or without other participants. He also attempted the arcade's fighting games, doing decently well with a rapier-wielding girl in white before a more seasoned player beat him thoroughly enough to rob him of any motivation to keep playing. Not feeling particularly hungry for fast food, Abel got a hotdog and water at Gr8 Eats but little else. When the bowling game, and a salty runback, were completed by the whole group, they found the sun to be skimming the horizon and promptly high-tailed it back to Beacon. The other intriguing teens present remained behind, concerned with...other business. [center]-=-=-[/center] [i]Bzt[/i]. [i]Bzt[/i]. [i]Bzt[/i]. [i]WAKE UP![/i]. Abel groaned, stirring himself to wakefulness. He must have been off his rocker at the time to make his alarm his own voice shouting 'wake up.' Fumbling for the clock, he shut it off and rose, dazedly, to his feet. Leaving his usual blue jacket behind, he headed into the bathroom to swap out his shorts for pants and brush his teeth. Still blurry-eyed, he shambled to the dorm center and downed a mug of coffee. It was time, he thought as he stared at some coffee grains in the cup's bottom, to begin the second week of Beacon life. He marveled that it had only been one week; it felt like he'd been here for...months, maybe. Ignoring those around him except to make sure he didn't bump into anyone, he made himself oatmeal and ate in silence. Last night's sleep had been interrupted at an early hour by the team ferret, demanding to be let out to relieve himself, in rudimentary terms of course. No excuse would do, however, when another Combat Class loomed. Mondays were sparring days, and Abel hoped that this time, he'd be able to pull off a win. [center]-=-=-[/center] By now a little more knowledgeable about their timetables, the students had arrived at a time to Ms. Goodwitch's liking. Having run the kids through their paces for a week, Goodwitch expected to be impressed, and she said as much to the group as a whole. In particular, she demanded self-control. There would be no explosive tantrums, she said in a cold voice, no debilitating injuries, and no indignant outbursts. “As with every competition, in here there must be a winner and a loser. Don't let any foolish notions of pride or superiority goad you into making the wrong decisions. If all it took to win was getting back up and trying again after taking a fall, we'd all be winners, wouldn't we? Know your limits, and just as importantly, know your aura. By now I shouldn't have to remind you, but I'll be ending the match when aura drops into the red zone. These should be good, clean fights. Listen up: here are the matchups.” She sent out a group text to all scrolls. [center]Emerald Felicia v Daniel Day Dalton Benjamin Lloyd v Lorena Negasi Oswald Connoly v Jack Orpheus Amaranth Desire v Diamond Frost Ebon Umbranox v Vega Venetia Lucas Schwarze v Kuhaku Shiro Bianca Nuit v Sepia Russet Mokuren Sabella v Skyra Dawn Robert Fallson v Krysanthe Gratia Mindaro v Cian Kuze Cobalt Chideta v Gren Orchid Abel Fulgurate v Sangue Naga Napoli Fiordilatte v Sapphire Rode[/center] “Find your partner, have a quick word if you must, and prepare for battle.” [center]-=-=-[/center] A voice came through the loudspeakers into the warehouse. The building itself was drab, but full of possibility. There were crates, various equipments, a few loading vehicles, and vertical supports, all just lying in wait to make a fight interesting. For Amber, Violet, and Akashi knew that they'd be fighting. They didn't even really need the voice over the speakers, the familiar tone without a known face to assign it to, to tell them. This morning's exercise would be to hone their skill in a three-way spar. “Try not to hurt one another too badly,” the voice droned after it had finished telling them exactly what they'd expected to hear. “We can't use you if you're in a hospital bed. If one of you breaks another's aura, withdraw speedily. This is a test of your ability to fight multiple opponents. Begin when ready...I'll be watching.”