[center][h3][color=paleturquoise]Adam Unterhügel[/color][/h3]

[@Rune_Alchemist][@MatthiasAngel][@Vocab][/center]

As Adam continued to take small bites of the tiramisu his friend had brought to him, the robot demonstrations began. Those had been a different story back in the day for himself, since he did know how to do nonlethal fairly easily. It was all a matter of using someone's weight against themselves, anyone could learn to do it with even a day's worth of training. Funny enough though, lots of assassins seem to go for the fancier stuff like learning different types of martial arts. Sometimes, less is more.

[color=aba000]"Guten tag, Adam,"[/color]

The words came from the mouth of a Kriss Mauser, another third year with German heritage but somehow absolutely no know how on how to speak the mother tongue. The grating accent made Adam feel like his vertebrae were twisting in his back. He turned his head slowly to Kriss and stood up from where he sat on his luggage, towering not only Kriss but everyone in sight with his ridiculous height. He looked down at his fellow student, expecting him to say more.

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At that time, Adam happened to glance over toward the main battle area where the new students were showing off their abilities against the robots. A knife wielding girl had been doing an impressive job of making her non-lethal strikes be more lethal than not and had tossed the head to the headmaster. This got his attention and he turned his head, raising his eyebrows. The corner of his lips twitched into a smile. He had to admit, he liked the spunk of this new crew. However, her attempt to encore the headmaster had been snuffed by Adam Solis. His eyebrows furrowed, watching 'Teachers Pet' Solis slicing the robot head in half. 

[colour=SlateGray]"Lurlene. Please refrain from doing that again."[/colour]

...Why not? Adam's eyes narrowed at the teachers pet, his own arms folding, everything having had occurred in his view without obstruction thanks to his height. The headmaster was certainly no scrub. And 'Teachers Pet' wouldn't gain anything from protecting her even more than he already has. Why not let a first year learn the consequences of their actions on their own? For all he knew, the headmaster would have been pleased at the knife wielder--Lurlene, that was what Teachers Pet had called her--and her display... So why step in? 

Adam kept his eye on the battlefield, his expression deadpan with only an undertone of seriousness in his eyes. His lips parted a little in thought.

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