With all his scheduled meetings out of the way, Gwendel let out a small, contented sigh and turned to the pile of forms awaiting his signatures, responses, and so forth. Sitting at the top of the pile was a letter with no stamps or return address. Looking at the entity with a slight curiosity, he cut the envelope open and read its contents. The words frightened him, and the Vice principal abruptly stood from his desk. He left without even a word to his secretary, on his way to see the Principal as soon as possible.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Battler frowned. His shots were getting better, a little bit at a time, but they still didn't feel the same as that first shot. He thought hard about it, trying to identify some concept he was missing, and started to catch fire again. The other students around him panicked a little, shouting at him and moving away. Normally he'd start repressing his flames again, for their peace of mind. Surely they'd labeled him as volatile now, with no control over his powers. But he let the flames continue. Without the flames, it felt like the ashes of dying infernos settled in his mind and clouded his thoughts--but like this he could think!<br/><br/>The concept he'd been missing before was a simple connection to the weapon he was wielding, and it was too difficult to work through when he couldn't focus. "Relax," he said absently to his classmates, notching an arrow. "As long as I'm relaxed this fire is harmless," though he doubted it would do much good. Either way, he tuned his peers out and focused on his weapon. His bowstring thrummed and the first arrow landed a perfect bulls-eye. In a second, he had another arrow notched and another bulls-eye. He went on for six, seven rounds and by now the students around him were looking sort of impressed. Battler continued firing, intending to empty his quiver into the target's center.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Ebisu chuckled. "That's quite a compliment from you," he said, concerning Mr. Meager. "I disagree with that," Ebisu said next, with mock offendedness. "Graecia is absolutely wonderful! The palm trees, the sunlit sand, the ninety degree winters~" he pretended to draw his sword and stab himself with it. "The snow and ice is perfectly hospitable to me," he said, fanning himself with his hand. "This place sucks ass. If I start acting like I've got heat stroke, find a cryo chamber and toss me in it."<br/><br/>Ebisu laughed a little at Heather's wistful reminiscence then glanced at her students. "Speaking of bacon," he muttered. "One of your kids is on fire." He pause before calmly continuing, "He's a good shot.."