<br/><br/><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/><br/>The others followed him, even if they did not do so enthusiastically like he kind of hoped. They were all new blood like him, and had no reason to follow him at all other than being told to. Leadership was not given, it was earned. So he knew he had to earn it, and that meant being able to lead and earn their trust through deed and word rather than just being given the title of team leader. But as the motley crew  went to the combat class room, he remembered the thoroughly sound beating he had gotten here the day prior. Armina was a strict, skilled, and veteran fighter. He was a neophyte in comparison and the bruise had still had on his arm ached a bit as he entered. While it was just bad juju, it almost felt as if his body didn’t want to be in the room altogether! Armina was dressed aptly, the suit giving the hard hearted teacher an elegant vibe that fit her personality. ‘Sorry lot?’ he thought to himself – he rather liked this team! Maybe they weren’t the ideal ace students, but they were going to fight and they were going to fight well!<br/><br/>As she spoke his name, Welkin gave a nod. The little dialogue she gave was perfectly uplifting. If you were a corpse. Her gaze was simple withering, but rather than back away he did his best to meet. This was not a challenge from him, but he knew that fear was an element that would have to be dealt with sooner or later, and even though he could feel his heart thumping faster in his chest and his mouth getting a bit dry it was better to face this dead on rather than show that he would back down against something that ‘scared’ him. Because unlike her, the Grimm weren’t on a leash. ‘Hey.’ he then thought mentally. ‘C’mon, what is she? A teacher or a bully?’ because giving Mori that nickname was just derisive.<br/><br/>...No, wait. The whole putting him as bait was derisive, though he knew the importance of watching friendly fire. Once she called his name, he moved to grab Hope – the hilt soon in his grip as he held it with two hands. “Though, Professor, if I may ask...” He looked to her, taking a light breath. “I would request I be the one in Mori’s position, I have confidence in my team that i’d be just as unharmed as he.” There, that was taking some leadership, and offering to help his teammate who didn’t seem to be in a good position.