Honestly, Abel was insulted.

Wasted potential? Searching for direction? He had both. Five years alternating between guarding the wall of Vale as his family had done for generations, combined with both formal and combat education at the school in nearby Pallisade Town, had afforded him plenty. From conversations he had overheard on the airship ride here -after getting over his amazement at flying for the first time in his life- some of the students came from more protected schools like Flare or Signal. He hailed from the edge of the civilized world. The others had only learned the rudiments about monsters in their books and gotten a taste of fighting in their gym classes; Abel had killed a Beowolf before he even began to be taught. Of course, he had been enraged at his brother's death enough to blindly throw himself at the monster with no thought for his own safety, but that was then. Now, he was a Guardian, like his parents and their parents before them. 

Protecting the kingdom of Vale, however, would only go so far. He was here to become a Hunter, to learn how to track down the monsters and kill them before they could challenge man's defenses. That was his purpose, and no unenthusiastic headmaster could belittle it.

After the brief, halfhearted speech, Abel left the auditorium with the rest of the students. He was forced to take extra care to make sure he didn't accidentally trip anyone with his weapon. The Ampere had no collapsible features or travel mode, meaning it would never be less than 5'5” of potential hazard to everyone around him.

It didn't take long for the quiet boy to spot others that were far less careful with their weaponry than he. The flash of a boomerang in the morning sun caught his eye, and he watched with interest as the weapon missed its intended target only to arc back around and strike him in the head, just below his fluffy, pointed dog ears. [i]A faunus?[/i] He didn't know much about them (only two that he knew of lived in Pallisade or served as Guardians in his district, and both of those had been owl fauni) but he knew they were generally disparaged from normal people. Was this girl attacking him doing so because of his heritage? Or was there something more? Abel stopped walking and watched, one hand in his pocket and one rested on his weapon's shaft, as the instigator threw her arms around another girl that the faunus had been talking to. His brow furrowed when Oliver's face began to turn angry, and he considered walking over to make sure that the situation was resolved peacefully.

Instead, someone else immediately beat him to it. A pale, heavily scarred boy in purple rushed in and grabbed the boomerang-thrower' arm. Some more dialogue followed, but Abel couldn't hear it over the general drone of the excited students everywhere. He continued to watch frowning, planning to intervene if things escalated. The last thing everyone needed was a brawl on school grounds before it even officially began.