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Ixius had woken up relatively earlier than his peers; two hours before the sun creeped over the horizon. It would be a stretch to call him a morning person, however, he was noticeably more irritable in the early morning than later. Still, it was a habit drilled into him by his teacher in the Librarium. "An early mind is the sharpest." was what they parroted repeatedly, to the point where the saying grated on Ixius' nerves. 

The crimson eyed-magus had just finished his morning ritual- basic Cardio to keep in shape and improve his stamina. Though nothing too strenuous for swordsmen, it did make him work up a bit of a sweat. He made his way back to his room to freshen up with a shower before classes started. After twenty minutes he would step out of the bathroom and wear his uniform adorned with his robes and sat on his study desk to read and await for classes to start.

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Ixius closed his book and was out of his dorm as soon as Athena sounded an alarm. He leisurely sauntered over to the Hall of Combat. The hall was more grandiose than he initially thought it would be. It seemed endlessly large in scale, moreso than anything he's seen within the Librarium. 

The magus stood in line with his fellow students; his feet were shoulder-width apart and his hands were behind him, thumbs interlaced. It was the 'at ease' position, once again taught to him by his teacher, when in presence of those higher in rank than him. However, unbeknownst to him, this stance wasn't mandatory at all. In short, his teacher was messing with him and it was entirely unnecessary. Ixius, being as serious as he is, stands in this position whenever in a class setting.

Even if Ixius found combat classes entirely unnecessary and undoubtedly (atleast in his mind) inferior to magic, he wouldn't go against the classes tailored by the academy. Would he voice his displeasure to anyone standing by, sure. To the Teachers, likely not. He listened closely to Vermont's words and took them in. He groaned internally at two things; the fact that no magic was allowed and that failing this, in his words, unnecessary class could lead to expulsion.

Ixius did a double take as the teacher did an impromptu run to finish off his speech. The students near him scrambled into a sprint to catch up to the instructor. The red-eyed boy clumsily followed suit, not having any time to take off his robes. As he managed to get his head right, he thought it would be unnecessary to sprint and run out of stamina quickly. [i][color=#CF2606]It doesn't seem like there's a penalty for being las-[/color][/i]

As he thought those words, an arrow cut through the air and hit a larger student right behind him on the side causing him to keel over in pain.

[color=#CF2606]"Oh."[/color] Ixius unconsciously said.

It seemed that being near the back of the pack or last was asking to be knocked over by what appeared to be a blunt arrow. Ixius eyed a boy going over to help the downed student, only to be rewarded with getting pushed down himself as the douchebag caught up with the pack. Valencia shoved the bully as he merged back into the pack, earning a stifled chuckle from Ixius and a few other students near him. He even shot him a mirthful, evil smirk as their eyes met.

Ixius focused back on the matter at hand- the best position possible while avoiding being pelted the Instructor Dex's arrow. He had no real illusions of being able to take even one of Dex's arrows, especially without magic. To make up for his relatively lacking stamina, he had to run at a steady pace while meandering towards the back of the herd. It seemed that the benevolent student was the one that was being focused by the Instructor.

Ixius' breath began to catch in the back of his throat as more beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Hopefully his strategy of staying at pace with the back half of the pack would work.
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