<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Whether she did or didn't mean to be ignorant, the thought was already there. There was something to be said about first impressions, and unfortunately Nerissa did not seem to be making a very good first impression on Albion. Conversely, one could say the absolute same about the man himself, and they would be absolutely right; The difference lay mostly in that the man had no desire to be friendly to anyone, only confirm they would not be a liability on the battlefield. Often the lengths Albion could go to in this endeavor tended to border on extreme...<br/><br/>He honestly didn't want to dignify some of her questions with an answer, she was far too much of a chatterbox for his preferences. He could only hope the stone-cold silence he offered the woman on her queries like if he was being mean on purpose would be enough to dissuade her from attempting to ask again. Otherwise, a pointed glare might just be enough to discourage the notion.<br/><br/>The only thing that seemed to make the man let down his guard by any means was watching the vixen get to work. The safety being taken off was definitely welcome, as he wondered if she would either attempt to start shooting with it on.. Or worse, reveal it was never on in the first place. But he could at least admit she was not the stupid fox he believed her to be... Now if she could remember to put on her earmuffs before pulling the trigger, this would probably go pleasan-<br/><br/>Nope. The first shot came, and then he clicked his watch to begin counting down, irregardless of the time she needed to aim. Now she would need to aim under pressure. As expected, the test needed to be repeated a few times, with varying levels of success. Some looked as if she would come close to success, while others did not have much chance of success at all. However, for what it was worth, he did not seem to get angrier at her, he remained patient and waited for her to complete her objective.<br/><br/>"Yes, we'll get there, because we won't move from here until you fail the class by timing out or pass and move to the next challenge. Until then, you've plenty of time." He let her know, cut and dry, the outcomes of what her results would be. Pass or Fail, there was no in-between here, she really only had one chance to make a good impression... Well, no, maybe that wasn't true. She could certainly appeal to other teachers and probably get herself appeal second chance. But with any luck, it wouldn't be him doing the testing.<br/><br/>He looked up from his watch, gazing at Nerissa as she asked her questions, before he grunted. "... Yes, I'm still a soldier, and I fail to see what relevance my physique has on your current trial..." He groused, reaching up with his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes while she loaded her magazines. He was going to ignore the comment about looking good in the uniforn, as he felt he was just going to become more vexed trying to tell her to remain focused. This was probably just a means of getting her to calm her nerves.<br/><br/>"... Yes, I'm still active, and no, I count my blessings this isn't my job. I only do this if no one else is willing to put up with the task... My job is as simple as killing humans and demons that my employers designate for me." He finished, looking over at the target. "So... I suppose I'm less Soldier and more Assassin, if that matters to you."