[center][h3]Tybalt Argyris[/h3][/center]

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The steel of the kunai brushed against Tybalt’s face as he barely ducked the kunai thrown in his direction.  He had been at the forefront of the group, trying to unsuccessfully get anyone to talk to him.  Of course, that was to be understood, this was a walk to start training, and everyone seemed preoccupied preparing for the task at hand.

Stifling a small yelp, Tybalt whirled about to address the lady who attacked him.  His immediate panic of the surprise strike decayed quickly, returning back into a smooth calm as he ran his fingers through his air, recollecting himself to try and keep some sort of dignity in front of his peers.

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[b]“You know, you could have just said ‘stop’ and I think that would’ve had the same effe--”[/b][/color] He began to quip before the woman cut him off abruptly.  As much as he wanted to interject, this woman very clearly meant business despite sitting out in the woods in a maid’s outfit.  He knew better than to get on the bad side of the Royal Maid of the Royal House of Varr, especially so early in the training process.

She was quick to get them in a line, barking orders as if it was second nature.  She had done this several times, Tybalt was sure of it by the confidence in her voice.  He could only guess that they had not been the first squad who had lined up at her feet to be torn apart by her training regimen.

Hopefully they would at least be the last.

When it came to addressing their names, Tybalt was once more thrown into the fray first, having to explain himself rather quickly.

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[b]“Tybalt Argyris, at your service.”[/b][/color]  He replied confidently, knowing full well the stigma his last name carried.  If he was going to be training with these fine men and women at his side, the least he could do was be honest about his full name. 

Once the names were given, the young lady was quick to explain the situation, making it clear this was going to be nothing more than the most severe training session he had ever participated in.  

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[b]“Well, if that wasn’t a sincere motivational pep-talk, I’m not sure what is.”[/b][/color]  He whispered to the person next to him with a wry, enthusiatic grin.  Turning his attention back to Hirotsuka, who had now finished her speech, the mage was quite quick to reply. [color=f7976a][b]“Sounds like a pretty severe challenge...when do we start?”[/b][/color]