<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Welkin Graham<br/><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Armina's class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>WMTT, Armina,<br/><br/>As Armina asked him a question, he gave a simple nod. “Yes. I have full confidence and faith in my team’s abilities here.” He knew they wouldn’t harm him, as like him they were already here. Should they have been that bad off, he figured they would have been disbarred from entering this year like other failed applicants. But as he switched Mori and he heard her words, he bristled a bit at her words. He was the one putting pressure on their shoulders? ‘Bullshit’ he thought mentally. The only person forcing that additional stress onto the team was her, trying to berate them for something that didn’t matter. They were already possibly worried about hitting Mori, and its not as if he was giving them that much more of a bulkier, easy to hit target.<br/><br/>Hope was held in both hands, the blade pointed down at the floor of the room as he stood tall and proud. Or at least the proudest he could do when his mood was slightly soured by Armina. Doing his best to not force that anger out and onto his face, he looked confidently at his team with a smile. He said nothing, but he hoped that such a display would take the wind out of Armina’s sails without her trying to one up him on this matter.