"Well," Gwendel concluded, "The information you've given is very useful. I appreciate you coming all this way, Mr. Glacies."<br/><br/>"It's no problem, really," Ebisu said politely. "Do you want me to stick around for a bit or am I free to go?"<br/><br/>"You're free to go whenever you want," Gwendel said, smiling.<br/><br/>Ebisu stood and moved to the door. As his hand rested on the handle he turned back and his smile widened. "I don't suppose there's any chance you'll finally tell me what your powers are?" he asked hopefully.<br/><br/>Gwendel returned his smile. "Not a chance."<br/><br/>Ebisu shrugged and left the room. It was no surprise, really. He'd been trying for years to get the VP to let him in on whatever the big secret was, but it wasn't happening. The Graecian Hunter wandered the grounds for a bit and noticed that something was going on in the training arena. It didn't take him long to notice a familiar face once he was close enough.<br/><br/>"Hey!" the Graecian man called out to Heather in a friendly greeting. "So, they have you teaching the weapons class now?" he asked when he was closer to his old friend/acquaintance. "It fits."<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>As expected, it didn't take long after he'd demonstrated his authority for his class to settle down. Some of them were probably remembering rumors about a young hunter. Jeez, this certainly wasn't doing anything good to his reputation. Even he couldn't deny he was being a bit of a stick-in-the-mud in this situation. Not that it could be helped. How was he supposed to teach a class without order? If there was a way, he didn't know of it. That wasn't exactly the way he thought about things. Regardless, things were going smoothly for the moment and he intended to keep them that way. Still though, the concept of "Monsters" was still dangerously near the front of his mind.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Battler smiled apologetically at Miss Heather. Of course he would try to keep his powers under control, but it was more to keep everyone else from having anxiety attacks than anything else. As long as he was calm and not trying to burn anything his flames were harmless, but it was annoying going around telling people that all the time. They'd still shy away from his fire anyway, worried it might burn them anyway. There was really no point...<br/><br/>As Miss Heather lead them away to the training area, Battler followed somewhere in the middle of the group. He decided that he'd rather not start at the close range target. He got the feeling swordplay was much more difficult that it seemed. On the other hand, archery seemed like it was just aim and fire.<br/><br/>Battler positioned himself five yards away from the long range target, lifted his bow, notched an arrow and drew back the string. The string was so light, pulling it back was easy and he felt totally confident with the weapon he'd chosen. After but a moment he released the cord and the arrow went flying forward, making a perfect bull's-eye. He stood there, shocked, for several seconds before moving to notch his second arrow. For some reason, the drawstring seemed a lot stiffer this time, and it took a lot of effort to pull back. Also, his next several shots were complete misses. That first one must have jut been beginner's luck.