As the bell chimed to announce the start of class, there was still no Mimic. Then, the usually unused projector mounted in the ceiling came down, putting a digital image on the classroom wall. It was Mimic, and he looked... well, not pleasant. His face was drawn and pale, his eyes were tired, and while he seemed to be seated, it was clear that there was little energy in his body.

"Students. Get settled." His voice was rather nasal and more pissy than usual. "I seemed to have absorbed someone's flu, so in the interests of not causing an epidemic, I'll be teaching from a distance." He inhaled suddenly and let out a series of racking coughs. "You'll be fighting in teams of two. My choosing." He scanned the classroom with his tired eyes, his gaze resting briefly on the new students before moving on. "The list of pairs is as follows:

Austin & Kyra
Phoebe & Katherin
Conner & Zack
Nacelle & Devika
Kat & Kalinda
Flood & Nicholas
Kijani & Kaiden

I hope you paid attention to that, because the first pair will be fighting the second, the third fighting the fourth, et cetera. Kijani and..." He wiped his nose on the back of his hand, grimaced, and continued. "Nightcrawler Jr. Hold off until one fight finishes, then battle the loser."

There was a long pause, as he surveyed the students. "I'll be watching the entire time. Anyone who doesn't cooperate gets to take out my tissue garbage. With their bare hands. Get to it!"