Basic Fighting Skills Strike II

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<font color=darkred>Timestamp: 18 Mia Year 4

Kjetta walked swiftly down the long corridors on the stormy, cold Monday. He hated Mondays. Especially in Mia. When it rained. A week had passed since this class had been scedualed to be taught and today, he was hoping he was actually going to teach. He reached the door number of Room 6143, his designated fighting class room, complete with wall-to-wall soft mats and with a full weaponry, these stacked in cupboards and the storeroom all on one side of the enormous room. On the other side there was racks for the students bags and coats so that they'de be out of harms way throughout the lesson. He immediated went to unlock the various cupboards and the door at the far end of the rectangular room where the spare clothing and cubicles were before putting his key chain on a small hook behind the main door. He then warmed up his muscles for the proceeding hour and then did a series of flips across the room, warming him immensely, and even leaving him a slight sweat. He then sighed deeply and sat down in the center of the room as he awaited the bell and the arrival of the students.......</font>​

 

Iode was in a rush to get to class his las game of Jemdul had lasted longer then he had thought. He was obssessed and wished to become a world famous Jemdul player. But he knew Class came thru he ran to the Fighting class room and was out of breath and noticed that someone was already in there

"Well hello there and your name is?"

He asked his face already drenched in sweat it was a long run from the Tsupeon to the class room.

 

<font color=darkred>Kjetta looked up at the young pendragon enquiringly before rising to his feet.

I am Mr Kjetta Pujcmatt, teacher of Fighting Skills, Elemental Sorcery and Ramathian. Who are you?

His voice was quite gentle and deep in tone with a slight huskyness to it and his dark eyes emitted warmth, not coldness.</font>​

 

They had told him he needed a way of venting his anger, something that would take his mind off his problems. What was it that idiot of a counselor had said?
"You need to 'canalise' your anger."
Or something like that, Nub wasn't sure, he hadn't paid much attention.

Next had been the lecture, about how 'negative energy' could be channelled and thus converted into 'good energy' and how it would do him (and the rest of the world) a world of good and blah blah blah... That's when the idea of Fighting Classes was introduced. Apparently, that was just what he needed. Yeah, right....

"I know it might be a little hard on you at first, since you've already missed a class or two, but I'm sure you'll catch up just fine. Besides, you might make some friends there, you never know..."
As though, he, Nubajek, needed friends. Ha ! He was just fine as he was, thank you very much. He didn't see why he had to see that shrink anyways, it was not as if he had any serious issues. Everything was fine as it was. Why did they always have to make life difficult for him? They, of course, being the sources of all evil in the world, ranging from the students in Janardan, to the teachers, to his parents, and, to sum it up, the world in general. It was always 'their' fault. He saw it as some big conspiracy against him. Nub, though he'd never admit it, could be quite paranoid at times. Most of the time, in fact.

Nub took a deep breath as he reached room 6143. Shaking off the water the rain had left on his glistening ebony coloured fur, he silently cursed. He hated rain, he hated water, he hated being wet. And he was just about sure he was going to hate this class, too.

"Time for "canalisation", or whatever it is they call this nonsense..." he thought, pushing the door open.

Obviously, he was not the first to arrive. Sighing slightly, for he was not looking forward to this extra lesson, he quietly came up to the other two 'dragons, walking in long and confident strides. As if he would be intimidated by them.
" 'lo, name's Nub. I'm supposed to be attending these classes. The counselor sent me." he drawled, an annoyed look plastered on his face.

 

"Names Iode I took this class to improve my Jemdull skills"

He smiled he was very happy anything that could help him with Jemdull he loved. He wanted to be a professional Jemdull player

 

"Lucky you. I was forced to take these classes. So, you're on the Jemdrull team then?" he said in an irritated tone, slightly annoyed that Iode could be so happy whilst he, Nub, was in such a bad mood. If he was not happy, no one should be.

Perhaps, had he taken to think it over, he would have seen how much of an egotist he was. But Nubajek was not one to think about his flaws. He liked pointing other pendragons' faults out better. It was so much easier to find someone to blame. Not that this selfishness was really his fault. After all, that was usually how most parentless 'dragons turned out. If no one took the time to love and take care of you, how could you be expected to love and care in return?

He looked at the other 'dragon appraisingly. So this was the teacher, then?
"Hmmm... Pretty impressive. Might not want to tick him off."

 

Iode nodded
"I love Jendrull, it's my life and I will do anything to improve my skill"

He smiled he was always in a good mood

 

"My life's Alchemy. I don't think this'll improve my skills in that though." He said, attempting a smile that instead ended up looking like a smirk. Hard to smile when you're feeling annoyed with the world.

"Will there be a lot of students attending this class?" he said, surprised that no one else had arrived yet. Surely they couldn't be the only students, right? But then again maybe they could. This class couldn't be all that great if it was the counselor who advised him to take it, could it? That's what Nub tied to tell himself to hide his disappointement. Why should he feel disappointed anyway? T'was not as though he actually believed what that old fool had said about friendship and such... Well, not much anyway. Okay. So maybe he did. But he shouldn't let this affect him like this!

"If only the class could start already... The faster we start, the faster we end this."

 

Three pendragons came through the door. One was colored a very pale color and he had spiky green hair shooting out of his head. Two long thin glittering fangs hung outside if his mouth. Draco Blackthorn, the teenage vampdragon. The second was another male, his main fur color is black, though his legs are dipped with a blue flame pattern and his hair was a nice icy blue. Falcon Umbra. The third was much younger, and was female. Her fur is snowy white and her hair was long and silvery.

The this was the second class for the three, though their first class didn't do much education-wise as their class was attacked by an invisable three eyed pendragon dubbed Azkora. The three immediately hung up their bags went to the center of their room to await instructions.