The teacher sighs. "This class is to beat you brats into shape before you go out into the world. We don't want another Pyro running around. And to answer your question Siwazuri, yes, we will spar. As soon as you learn [i]discipline[/i]." Elnesto drys off, and the flashes of lightning grow weaker until they vanish. He glares at Deruga, and slides his finger across his throat, his hands flashing with electricity.