[center][h2][color=aba000]KRISS MAUSER[/color][/h2][/center]

Kriss took a deep breath and lowered his arms. He had been only a few feet behind a first-year girl, to her right, and had watched her draw the revolver and begin firing at students. If he hadn't remembered that this wasn't the Day 1 Dummy Test and she was demonstrating her skills, he would have killed her. His combat knife, usually in a horizontal sheath on the back of his belt, was now held in an icepick grip, and he was two steps from grabbing, disarming and stabbing her in the neck. Fuming, Kriss sheathed the knife and forced himself to calm down, slowing his breathing and straightening up. He had no idea who she was, but he already didn't like her. Idiot. Risking shooting a teenager in the back of the head just to show off. What if she had missed, or a student in front of her had flinched?

Before he could react further, a third girl stepped up to the plate. He didn't know her either, but she had certainly called the other out for her behavior. The moment she finished, Kriss moved up. Now seemed like a good time for a second lesson. He nodded in respect to the head of the academy, then flicked his wrist, extending the impact cannon concealed in his sleeved. It had already been set to Concussion. Immediately he dashed to the nearest dummy and rolled forward, stopping in front of it in a crouched position. Kriss raised his arm and fired a powerful air burst, launching the dummy into the sky. In one swift motion, he unzipped the bag and swung the already-loaded UMP45 into his waiting hands. He tracked the dummy with the iron sights, waiting for it to reach peak height.

[color=aba000]"You like headshots, don't you?"[/color] Kriss muttered under his breath.

Clicking the gun to semi-automatic, Kriss pumped five rounds into the dummy's head. The heavy bullets knocked the dummy off-course and across the courtyard. He continued to fire at it, emptying half of the 30-round magazine seconds before the dummy smashed into the pavement. Collecting the spent shells and slipping them into a pocket, he walked across the yard and lifted the dummy to its feet, revealing eight holes in the head, two in the neck, and five in the torso. Without hesitation, he dragged the bullet-ridden dummy through the crowd of students towards the one who had fired the revolver. Stopping front of her, he dropped the dummy face-up on the ground and pointed a finger in her face.

[color=aba000]"Never. Do that. Again."[/color] he hissed, turning to return to his place near the back of the crowd.