[color=silver]"C'mon mate, give 'em a good drumming!"[/color] Some of the students and relatively new arrivals might have been watching quietly or respectfully, but at the fore of the group, Ansgar stood, hands linked behind his head as he called out and made remarks on the two fighting. The Faunus, despite his general attitude and posture, was in fact either shorter or on equal height to most of the students standing around watching the fight. Before he had learned how to use his Aura, or even realize he had a Semblance, he had gotten into his fair share of scraps, so fighting without the stuff wasn't as foreign to him as some. Of course, if he had a say in the matter, he wouldn't restrain himself, but the powers that be declared the rules for the day, so he would abide by them. No semblances or Dust, boring as that was, but he wouldn't complain too loudly about it. Besides, he could chatter about such things, and when the one Faunus girl stepped in, having arrived with the one instructor, Orenz if he remembered right, he leaned back and remarked on her taking charge to the nearby students. 

	[color=silver]"Well, talk about lighting a fire under their arses, eh? Least they're scrapping right proper now."[/color] After watching the two laugh off their fight and get pats on the back all around, the fight once Whats her Name, Ansgar cursing his terrible memory with names once again, the classic three words came up, throwing down the gauntlet and waiting to see which two students would take up the gauntlet next. After a moment of no one stepping up, he chuckled and swung his arms back to his sides, coming to rest in his jacket pockets as he started for the stage. 

	[color=silver]"I'll take that dance Teach, question is though..."[/color] With a loose grin, he stepped spryly onto the arena, moving to its center after it was vacated and spun, letting his jacket billow behind him, revealing both the lack of a shirt underneath and the twin revolver grips tucked snugly into their holsters as he came to a halt, arms now spread wide like he was offering someone come join him. His voice carried a borderline teasing, but whimsical tone as he spoke, giving everyone an apparent idea of who they were dealing with. 

	[color=silver]"Who's gonna give poor ol' me the honor of being my partner, eh? Can't tango with only one person, and I promise I won't step on your toes! Well, not [i]too[/i] much anyways. Haven't actually learned formal dancing, mind you, so our definitions of too much might not agree right away..."[/color] Odds were, he would keep rambling until someone gave him a reason to shut up, considering how much he seemed to like the sound of his own voice at this point.