<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/>Welkin believed in letting his teammates speak their mind, but right now challenging a teachers authority on the first assignment of the first day was getting to be a bit heavy. He could let it slide – given his ‘experience’ with the others in his team was little, perhaps that was wise, or... He really didn’t like Armina, but he could sort of see where this was going. Teamwork wasn’t innate, trust wasn’t innate. He did his best to quietly aid his team by trying to put Mori in less of a spot, but between his attack and Tamira questioning, he believed it best to try and act the part of captain. Taking a light breath he put on his best authoritative voice he could.  Not usually a stern man, his firmer and more confident voice would speak a few moments after Armina.<br/><br/>“Alright. We’ve been given an order. Let’s get it done, team.” As he said such, he gripped Hope in a more combative manner as his boots ground against the floor. Beginning to assume a combat stance, his blade arced out in a wide but focused strike against the shoulder of the Ursa dummy. Using his blades reach to keep some distance from the dummy, he did a strike he had done countless times before... But this time the dummy was bigger. As the blade connected and the impact was heard, he backed away slightly, trying to give his teammates an opening. “Now strike!” Again, his voice was sharp, looking to his team. “Give it your all and be careful!”<br/><br/>Okay, well it was time to tell whether thye’d see him as a hardass, or someone just trying to lead the team by example. While he feared it may be the former, he hoped they’d at least recognize what he was trying to do.