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<br/>​</div>Shiro had taken a seat relatively near the others and pulled a book which had nothing to do with Ballistics of any kind from his bag, cracking it open to marked page and taking a few notes. To say he placed little value in such a class was an understatement, but it would be disingenuous to claim the book was the only thing that had his attention at the moment. In truth, he made sure to keep WRTH just within his peripheral vision as he studied his pages. It wasn't that the team gathered was issue for him, or that their attitude, as demonstrated in the cafeteria, seemed to be malevolent. What gave him pause was that one of them was<i>missing</i>, and in Shiro's mind that could mean nothing good. Perhaps it was nothing. Maybe Homra was just running late... or maybe it was something else.<br/><br/>A Ballistics class was a hell of a place for an accident to happen...<br/><br/>His attention momentarily shifted to the instructor as he stepped in, a grand and striking figure, and damn near threw a spotlight on Shiro personally with his remark about certain students who 'believe themselves to be above such trivial classes.' He quirked a brow and listened. When they were prompted to raise their hands if they had ranged weapons, and then again after for firearms, Shiro naturally kept his hand down both times.<i>Second Chance</i>had quite a reach on it, but it was more or less throwing range and he doubted it was the type of weapon they were referring to. His weapon did have a second form, but it was<i>not</i>something he was going to use anytime soon... hopefully not ever.<br/><br/>As the instructor went into more detail on the pros and cons of different types of ranged weapons, he noted Nekro practically starting to nod off and sympathized. Neither one of them wanted to be there. A short time later, the instructor was calling down the students to demonstrate their ranged weapons on stuffed Beowulf figures acting as targets. Shiro joined the rest of his team on the arena floor and looked out at the dummies they were lined up against. He did some quick estimates in his head before looking to the others. K seemed fairly confident and based on what he had seen during their first battle, he knew she could use her orb devastating effect at range. Robin seemed to be packing too, and Shiro guessed he was no stranger to a firing range. Karma seemed shy on the matter, and Nekro had clocked out, though Shiro didn't know if it was because he lacked a firearm or if it was just lack of interest. He gave at small nod to Karma and Nekro when they exchanged their thoughts on if they'd be getting much out of the class, what Karma's second form was, and if skipping class was an option. In truth, Shiro was in favor of the skipping idea and smirked slightly. He and the wolf faunus seemed to always be of the same mind. He glanced to K as she tried to reassure them to do their best and improvise. He thought on that a moment and then looked to Karma, "I suppose you could always just throw Nekro at a target..." The statement was made half in jest, but Shiro had a feeling that if the redhead wanted to, she might actually be able to pull it off! As for himself, Shiro pulled his<i>Second Chance</i>and clicked it open to check the time, waiting on the teacher to give the command to open fire.