Gareth was among the last to enter the Power Development room. The dark haired teen stood a bit distant from the group of teenagers. his hood up over his head, daggers sheathed at the bottom of his back, as Loki would holster his weapons. It was strange meeting other demigods, bearing blood of different deities. Lands that would've been unknown to Norse Gods if it weren't for this academy. His father insisted on coming here.

[color=0072bc]"A true warrior prepares every day for his last on this earth. When the time comes, I want you to be ready when you come back as a Herald of Valhalla."[/color]

The last words before the god of hunting, bow and shield sent his son to this academy. Gareth promised himself and his father to hone his skills and become proficient in all manners of combat. As Anankê materialised and gave out instructions, Gareth took it upon himself to be the first to volunteer. [color=8882be]"I am Gareth Gunnvor, son of Ullr."[/color] He announced, letting down his hood. He looked at the purple haired girl. A purple disc of light was conjured infront of Gareth's open palm. The disc was made out of two rings, with viking runes spinning around between the inner and outer rings as his personal symbol of the Valknut spun in the centre of the disc. [color=8882be]"If you would please attempt to move your right foot..."[/color] He asked politely. A similar disc formed around her right ankle, but similarly etheral chains planted into the floor that connected to the disc. After the demonstration was complete, Gareth closed his hand and the binding shattered into nothingness.