[center][h2]Oswald Connoly- Infirmary[/h2][/center]

Looking between Cobalt and Professor Iderson, Oswald let out a defeated sigh as he lowered himself back onto the bed. "Fine. Though, I do plan to spend as much time in a chair as possible, Cobalt. Let my back and chest relax for a while before its time to get down and dirty again." His voice managed to hide the myriad of self-flagellant emotions he was harboring at the moment, but as it did so very often recently, his Aura betrayed him. 

Rather than rampaging tendrils of shadowy energy, this time Oswald's Aura manifested itself as a very faint layer of scales across his body. He hadn't even noticed it himself, until he looked down at his body one more time. His entire left side was covered in a group of bruises, already beginning the healing process. 

What struck him as odd, though, was how different the two instructors in front of him were behaving. Professor Iderson, on the one hand, was giving off an air of care, comfort and unity. On the other hand, Ms. Vanhomrigh had acted much more like the Hunters he remembered from home: crude, inflammatory, and down to earth. The difference was enough to make him look between the two a few times. 

If it came down to it, he'd stick with Vanhomrigh. At least with her, he could expect what was coming and handle it pretty well.