Reina came to the courtyard from the opposite direction as everyone else, walking daintily around the side of the castle and approaching from behind the line of teachers. She tapped Ar'kar on the shoulder and slipped in the opposite direction just to see him glance around, then winked as he realized what had happened. As she made her way to the crowd of third-years -- small as it was -- she strained to pick Issac out of the even-smaller crowd of fourth-years. He was talking to a fairly monstrous fellow, and Rain decided it was best to leave them be. She did listen in enough to catch the spiky man's name -- Jargon -- and idly wondered if he could finally be the one to properly challenge her at arm-wrestling. 

As she took her place, she sneered at the third-years to either side of her. A peon to her left and a weakling to her right. Who honestly thought [i]illusions[/i] were the path to success on the battlefield? Whatever. Her armor and weapons were stored properly, she had already set up her hammock amongst the trees, and the day was almost as glorious as her hair. This was going to be a good year.