[B]Gratia Mindaro - Combat Class[/B]

Cian Kuze.

It was an unfamiliar name to Gratia. She knew nothing of this other student's capabilities, nor their appearance. It was her first combat class, and she had already been assigned to fight somebody who was, to her, a literal unknown. That was expected. No matter how the matchups had been decided, it had been statistically more likely for such to occur, for was only familiar with three of the twenty-five possible opponents she could have fought. Beacon and its students, after all, were completely new to her.

As such, she was fortunate to have received a network-affiliated Scroll from the headmaster upon arrival.

Closing the message that the instructor had sent them, the Mistralese Huntress idly swiped her fingers across the screen of the device, flicking her way to the student profiles. It was ordered alphabetically by surname, it seemed. A pale finger moved the scroll bar down, allowing her to reach the section on "K". Cian Kuze; a mousy-looking girl with flowing locks of jet-black hair and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. So this was her opponent then.

She tapped on the small portrait of her opponent for greater detail. It was not a particularly detailed profile, but it fulfilled Gratia's questions satisfactorily. A support-type then. Generalist too, if the highly-variable weapon meant anything. Ranged capabilities ... focus on aura was a powerful defensive shield ... she took note of those details. On a team with the Luke Schwarz boy she had met only yesterday as well ... interesting but utterly useless for her to know.

Now how would she deal with this girl?

Gratia closed the application, turning off the Scroll and dropping it into her bag. She allowed her eyes to scan the seats for her opponent ... there - a few rows down from her.

She rose to her feet, walking down the steps to where her opponent seemed to be sitting. From a closer perspective, it seemed that her original impressions of the other girl were relatively accurate. There was a brightness ... and an undercurrent of shyness? And the hair seemed to have been cut as well. The data had yet to be updated, it seemed.

Though the young Huntress didn't particularly care either way.

"[color=66cd00]Cian Kuze,[/color]" she said, voice strong and toneless as she sat down next to her opponent. "[color=66cd00]I will be fighting you today.[/color]"