Geko chuckled as he turned to face Zane, his sassy attitude reminding him of the countless fledgling Asylums he had met, most of them were now veterans while the rest never managed to get that far. Such was the life of an Alchemist under A.M.R.O, either you survived or were weeded out. The Lost Number hoped that these two fledglings would blossom. His trail of thought was broken as the Asylums partner Bella intervened and made peace. 

"Its not an issue, we were all young once just not as beautiful as you my dear," Geko flirted casually before turning to Zane once more. "Don't worry lad, you won't catch me making long speeches, I wouldn't want you to doze off with your eyes open again." The Lost Number locked eyes with the Asylum, a smile on his face. His spare hand moving ever so deftly towards Bella's bottom, only to be distracted by another Asylum walking up to him, this one the Iranian Alchemist. This distraction was all that was needed for him to have his guard down and in turn be drop kicked in the face. 

"You little shits!" Geko growled as he was hurled ten feet away from where he was standing, his body rolling on the ground with his hands clutching his nose. "Ghaaa my nose, couldn't you have waited another two seconds!" The Lost Number continued to agonize in the corner, more flustered from being denied the chance to grope the female Asylum rather than being drop kicked in the face. 

"Always be aware of your surroundings lest you face a boot to your face" a teenager quoted Geko's words back at him as he stood there with a shit eating grin. "I'm afraid the boys and I have gotten a bit tired of these pointless classes so we decided, might as well go for the short cut, beat one to become one!" The boy in the middle spoke to the fresh batch of Asylums rather than the Lost Number writhing on the floor, his challenging tone inviting a group of students. Each of them appeared to have been prepared well before hand, every one of them was in a prototype training battle armor, designed to protect them in sparring courses that were deemed too dangerous. 

"Mr Geko as per the rules you are to assume the position of an observer, time to get to work boys!" On que the group that were biding their time exploded into action. These were not mere kids but highly trained individuals and it showed in their actions, they capitalized on the ensuing confusion to mount their first strike. Daggers and guns appeared in their hands and by the time they had closed the distance each and every one of the students had finished preparations for their casts and their alchemic drive activated and a flurry of devastating alchemic attacks followed. Lightning and fire rained down on the Asylums coating the entire area in a blanket of smoke and debris and amidst it each of the students activated their tactical vizors so as to see heat signatures. 

Geko had made sure to get well clear of battle ground, a soft whistle escaped his mouth as he couldn't help but appreciate the planning and execution of this group. This was something pre-planned and nothing could have stood in their way......well nothing except.....ASYLUMS. 

One other person seemed to stand apart, observing this spectacle. She was calmly leaning against a shaded wall, her figure almost blending with the darkness as she anticipated what was to come, a part of her wanted to join the fight, despite having already defeated an Asylum in combat, especially since she was just so bored from the lack of talent around her. "Guess I’ll just have to wait and see!"