<div align="center">MORNING BEFORE THE MISSION</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Hallway to Combat Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/>Willum yawned as he wandered the hallways in the early morning.  It was still an hour or so before breakfast time, and he had already been up for awhile now.  As he had told Armina, he was used to early mornings, and had already spent some time warming up for the day by going through his forms.  Of course, seeing as the rest of the team had still been sleeping at the time, he had done so as quietly as he could in the bathroom, behind closed doors so that they wouldn't be disturbed.  Still a little sleepy, since he wasn't entirely accustomed to the academy yet, but not sleepy enough to go back to bed, he had put on the school uniform and took to wandering down the halls again, absorbing the atmosphere in the early morning.  His breath misted in certain places, as if the building itself was still asleep and had yet to warm up to the rest of the day.<br/><br/>Making the rounds, exchanging greetings to some of the early morning staff who were surprised a student would be up and about this early, Willum found himself standing outside of the combat classroom.  Willum smiled lightly to himself.  While he hadn't intended to walk here directly, he wasn't surprised that his feet had naturally taken him here.  Already he was anticipating the early morning lessons with Armina.  That would certainly be quite the early morning wake up, and the idea that he would be pitting himself against the academy's best on a daily basis put a certain spring to his step and stirred his blood.  Definitely something to look forward to.<br/><br/>As he was about to walk away, a certain thought sprung into his head.  No, she wouldn't be in there herself, she had specified that they'd see how things would go tonight.  But wouldn't she?  Curiosity seized Willum and he found himself knocking lightly on the door before opening the door.<br/>"Hello?" Willum asked quietly, poking his head into the room.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/><br/>For a good couple of minutes there wasn't any answer coming from behind the door. He got to take a peek inside and found Armina sleeping with her head on the desk. She was holding her arms under her cheek as a pillow and her pitch black hair was a mess. There were red marks on her cheeks and forehead probably from the desk. The monitor on which they watched their fight the evening before was on standby, a small blue light flickering on its side.<br/><br/>Armina was completely knocked off. After her classes and the duel with Karn she shouldn't have wasted another night on 'research'.<br/><br/>It was perhaps the only time her features looked completely relaxed, devoid of the usual tension and battle-ready expression. Even if it wasn't the case, Armina always gave the vibe of someone constantly picking fights. She was then breathing slow and soundlessly.<br/><br/>Sooner than expected, the combat teacher opened her eyes, hardly being able to raise her eyelids.<br/><br/>“Ugh, Willum...is it after dinner already? For how long have I slept?”<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Combat Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/>Seeing Armina with her head down on the desk halted any greetings he was about to offer.  Instead, he had slipped inside the office and closed the door behind him quietly, before leaning against it and standing guard with his arms crossed.  It was a surprise to catch her like this: of all the things he expected when knocking on her door, her being asleep at her desk was not one of them.  But as he thought about it, maybe he should have expected something like this.  He had already witnessed her dedication to her job last night, given the type of person she seemed to be, it wasn't a surprise she probably over did it.<br/><br/>Sneaking a peek at her, he smiled a little before focusing elsewhere.  Willum wondered just how many people aside from him and her sister had seen her with such a relaxed expression.  Peaceful, without the tension that permeated fighters who were constantly ready for a fight.  Even when it didn't seem like there were any threats around, Armina looked like she was just about to leap into combat.  His fathers varied in that particular regard as well, each one being able to relax and hide their alertness to some degree.<br/><br/>When she stirred, Willum straightened up as he headed over to the monitor.<br/>”Yesterday, I believe dinner started yesterday and will be starting in about twelve more hours,” Willum answered her as he turned the monitor off.  ”As for how long you've been asleep, probably not enough if you fell asleep at your desk.  I stopped by after dinner, and you were still working when I left.”<br/><br/>”I thought I'd drop by, see if you were awake since I woke up early myself, maybe see if you were up for sparring now instead of later,”  Willum shrugged, flashing her a small smile.  ”But since you were asleep, I figured you'd want to be undisturbed and not have anyone catch you.  Still got an hour before breakfast, maybe you should spend some of that time in a real bed?”<br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>“Sparring. Breakfast.” She looked at the clock pinned to the wall and slowly got up. “I don’t have time for bed.” Armina seemed more like her usual self now that she was standing. Raising both arms as high as they allowed, she started stretching and slightly twisting her neck from side to side, then her wrists and waist a couple of times.<br/>“Right. Willum Wildfang.” She repeated his name as if making sure it was the right one. It must have seemed odd to him because just a few minutes before Armina had no trouble remembering it when she was semiconscious.<br/>“Sparring sounds good. Then breakfast. A change of clothes first and a shower.” He didn’t know if she was talking to herself or to him, but it was certainly a plan which involved both of them.<br/>“Meet me in front of the training grounds in 15 minutes. No need to take your weapon, today we’ll start with hand to hand. I want to see what else you know and how much you know it.”<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Armina's Office to Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/><br/>And just like that, the peaceful and at rest Armina was replaced by the Armina that everyone saw on a daily basis.  It was interesting to see the contrast between the two, and Willum had an appreciation for both sides of her character.  Certainly he felt privileged to be able to get to see more than one side.<br/>"Yes, Willum Wildfang," he agreed, slightly puzzled by her need to repeat his name given that she seemed to already know who he was.  He hadn't announced himself when he had walked in, and his 'hello' had been quiet.  Shrugging, he put it down to instincts and the need to jump start an otherwise sleepy mind for now, he could dwell on it later since she seemed intent on not taking his advice.  He wanted to object, and insist on her getting a bit more rest in a more comfortable surrounding, but instinct and a moment's worth of thought told him that there was no way she would listen to him.  He was okay with losing, as long as something was learned, but it would be a pointless battle.<br/><br/>"Okay Professor, I'll meet you there."<br/>Heading out of the office, Willum made his way towards the training grounds, shaking his head slightly.  Armina needed to take better care of herself.  While the curfew was to keep the students well-rested and out of trouble, it would be fair to think that the curfew would be a good approximation for when the teachers should get ready to bed down themselves.  Given her question about dinner, he wondered if she managed to get any for herself at all.  He'd probably have to go pay a visit to her again tonight, sometime close to curfew and see if she was still working away.  He had the same sort of problems with his younger fathers.<br/><br/>Exiting the indoors and crossing the open courtyard to get to the training ground, Willum shivered lightly against the cold.  Like everyday in Eis, it was never warmer than brisk unless in heavy outdoor gear.  Taking a look at the time, he still had several minutes to whittle way until Armina arrived.  He looked around, his breath frosting as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up.  Well, no time like the present to work on something he had tried to practice before.  Wiping away at the ground in front of the entrance, Willum sat down, crossing his legs and arms, with his hands under his armpits.  He closed his eyes, and began to breathe very slowly, the time between each breath taking longer and longer.  He imagined his aura, energies flowing through him, ebbing back and forth like the tides with each breath he took.  Focusing on it, he began to imagine it being cultivated and moved about, as his breathing continued to slow.<br/><br/>Deep in meditation, he would look like he had stopped breathing, except for the occasional faint wisps of mist.  As soon as anyone approached or tried to get his attention, he would immediately snap out of concentration and open his eyes.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: In front of Combat Class (the one on the training grounds) </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>She looked at his back when he left and then slowly made her way to the teacher’s dorm, heading for her own room to shower and change clothes. Her bedroom was exactly the same as she left it the day before.<br/>Searching in the dresser, Armina pulled out a tight sweater and even tighter leggings, a pair of warm socks and matching sport briefs and bra. Laying everything on the bed, she then entered the bathroom, turned on the hot water and gave herself a nice, well-deserved and most awaited shower to wake her up for good.<br/>She dressed, pulled her hair back up after thoroughly brushing it and put on her boots before dressing her winter jacket and going out the door. When she arrived in front of the combat class, Willum was already there, meditating. At least, that’s how it looked to her.<br/>“Wake up, kid. We’ve got work to do.” She said and there wasn’t any trace of the “sleepy Armina” Willum got to meet earlier that morning. Her voice sounded as rough and as demanding as always.<br/>She taps the four digit code and the door to the combat room opens, revealing a most surprising sight for Willum. On one side the wall’s damaged, just enough for him to see a huge hole in it. On the other, where Armina’s relaxing space used to be, there’s a large mess. Wood and stone and scrolls and potery ruined.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/>When he started to hear the crunch of Armina's footsteps on snow, Willum was coming out of his trance, and his eyes snapped open as soon as she spoke to him.  Uncrossing his legs, Willum leaped onto his feet in one smooth and practiced motion.  He began to shiver again as the cold he staved off from feeling in meditation came back again, and he brushed snow off of his clothing as he entered the training grounds.  It was a good technique to hold off extreme forms of weather, though he'd never had the opportunity to test it when under heat conditions.  Looking at Armina, he saw that all signs of her sleepy self was gone, she was fully 'on' now.  Well, something he had expected.<br/><br/>Stamping the remaining snow off of his shoes, Willum took a look around in the training area, and for a moment, all that happened was his eyes widening in surprise.  The place looked trashed.  He looked in some surprise at the whole in the wall, wondering what had caused that, and the destruction on the other side showed that whatever whirlwind had started in the training area had moved on into a private space.  Certainly he didn't remember any of this being her before.  Willum looked at Armina uncertainly, wanting to ask the question but unsure if it would be wise.  Presumably she wasn't very pleased with the situation, and didn't need any reminders.<br/><br/>Still, Willum was sometimes more daring than he should be, a side effect of being young and capable.<br/>"Would you like some assistance cleaning up?" Willum asked, pointing at the hole in the wall and the room beyond it.  "We could do it before or after sparring.  I don't mind.  My masters were very firm about keeping the training area tidy."<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>“I don’t think there’s anything a broom or a vacuum can take care of from this mess.” She said walking up to the command prompt. Thankfully, at least that one was intact. At a touch of an icon, the floor tiles switched sides from the inside out and instead of the smooth surface they had under their feet, a large quarter of the floor changed into a workout mattress.<br/>“Safety first” she explained, but the words sounded comical considering the state her combat class was in at the time. She started stretching, encouraging Willum to do the same before they started.<br/>After five minutes or so when the only sounds heard were their breathing, Armina took a classical defensive stance. It was a closed, forward leaning stance.<br/>“All right, show me what you’ve got. All of it.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/><br/>Well, he had offered.  Willum began to do some light stretches, warming up anything that had been frozen from the cold outside, but nothing too terribly intense.  He had already done his stretches and forms in the morning, so this was just to take care of anything stiff from the cold.  Since Armina didn't feel like talking, he didn't interject anything as they went about their stretches, instead thinking of just what the hell he was going to do now that he was in the actual training area with Armina, about to do some intense hand-to-hand combat.  Finally at this point, he was beginning to feel a little nervous about what was going to happen next.<br/><br/>Though there was nothing to do about it now but to get on with it.<br/>"Okay, I won't hold back this time," Willum nodded as he assumed a standard combat stance.  Feet shoulder width apart with one foot forward.  Same hand extended forward while the other kept closer to his chest.  He breathed slowly, and as he did, it was like all the locks he kept on his instincts were falling away, the mental chains he wrapped himself in were loosening.  He felt like a lot of weight was being lifted, and as soon as he felt free, Willum flew towards Armina.<br/><br/>Unleashed, Willum fought completely differently than he had in the duel with her.  Before, it had been like he was mentally coordinating all of his moves, his movements chained by the need for his mind to decide which one should follow next.  Now, it was totally different.  His mind was focused only on intent now, focused on landing whatever hits he could on Armina, focused on defeating Armina.  It devised strategy, where it wanted to position Willum and his opponent.  It was instinct and combat experience that determined what blows would come next, what defenses would be used, how to get from where they were now to where the strategic part of his mind wanted to be.  Willum flowed naturally now, his movements and style shifting from one to the next, whatever would be most efficient at that time.<br/><br/>A missed punch became an immediate attempt to grab a joint or pinch a nerve.  He went from an elbow thrust to the center of Armina's chest to swinging his forearm around to rake at her eyes.  There was no hesitation in him: while some male students would have been restrained from attacking her chest or groin, Willum had no such compunction and launched several moves between her legs and at her breasts that would have downed men and women alike.  He was also vicious in his defense as well.  As he parried a punch, he would attempt to grab a hold of the wrist and break the elbow with a counter punch.  He tried to intercept kicks with kicks of his own to her knee caps, with enough force to break them or have it dislocated.  As he fought, Willum fluidly switched between aggressive and defensive, never extending himself too far that he'd be left open to an easy counter-attack, and never so boxed in that he missed many opportunities to launch a counter-attack.  What blows he couldn't defend perfectly against he rolled with, in order to soften the blow, and he made the most out of every failure to strike to launch another or defend against a counter-attack.<br/><br/>Armina had asked him to show her everything, and so he did.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>Realizing the difference between then and now, Armina’s eyes glistened. She finally found a student for which restraining herself wasn’t that necessary. For whatever reason, in the middle of their fight, the combat teacher remembered Gwen’s style and thought about suggesting Willum to do some extra training with her as well. Besides Karn who had “special circumstances” it seemed to her that Willum and Gwen were one of the most promising students of that year. Of course, time would tell her if that was the case or not, but for now she decided to do as she had always tried with all her students: to pull out the best from them.<br/>While he switched styles from one to another in a seemingly random pattern, Armina also tried to discern what was the most used one. There must have been movements he favored and movements he wasn’t quite confident with. As asked, he did give it his all. Landing a hit on her body was a miracle in itself for most students. Willum was certainly getting the hang of it and she didn’t particulary try to move faster than usual, wanting to know how long he’d last before he tired. Counter-attacks were her specialty and she counted on each and everyone of them to take him down. Even with the most intensive training and years of experience, being able to land a successful hit against your opponent made one to lose focus even if just slightly. The promise of victory forced the brain to “take it easy” and in return the body reacted accordingly.<br/>At first, Armina focused on picking up a pattern in his moves. Then she analyzed the constant switch between offense and defense, aiming each time to surprise him with one hit or another, while keeping in mind his moves. The combat teacher did exactly the opposite of Willum’s mental attitude. While he freed himself from thinking the next moves, she did more thinking than fighting, focusing on one aspect or another of his style. She liked that he didn’t restrain certain moves, nor avoided hits to her more sensitive areas of the body like the male students had a tendency to do. Grimm won’t certainly care for that and she was in a way taking the place of his enemy. Armina’s dodges were fast and graceful, acrobatic even. She didn’t hold back either and for each of his successful hits, she’d pay him back double. She had no doubt that by the time this was over, several bruises would appear on her body.<br/>At one point, Armina tripped him, hooking his back leg with her left one as she slid to the floor and pulled hard.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/>Certainly Willum wasn't the fastest or strongest opponent Armina had faced.  He could not duplicate the graceful and acrobatic evasions she performed against her own attacks, and it was clear that he wouldn't even bother trying.  What he had though, possibly over any other student, was efficiency of motion.  Possibly as a method to compensate for the lack of speed, possibly to also conserve his stamina, Willum never seemed to move more than necessary.  When he managed to dodge one of her blows, it was by the barest of amounts, and when he deflected a punch away from his body, her fist gently caressed his clothes.  It was like he just knew, deep in his core, that fine line between a hit and a miss, and had existed at that line so often he practically danced on it now.  Once he knew he wasn't going to be hit, he didn't waste any more energy on avoiding the blow, not unless he needed to reposition himself.<br/><br/>Of course, that wasn't to say that he did it perfectly.  As he managed to land a low kick on her lower leg, he stepped forward with the kick and twisted to avoid the punch to his stomach Armina responded with.  A combination of timing and speed meant that he couldn't avoid it, and took a gut blow that would have had him bent over in agony if it solidly connected at an angle, and so let out a grunt of pain before launching another attack.<br/><br/>That was another thing about Willum.  There was something about him, something about past battles or training, but it meant that Willum didn't drop his guard in the fight.  Even after managing to land a few blows, he continued to press the attack, continued to fight as hard as he could.  He seemed to fight as if he viewed the enemy in only one of two binary states: alive or dead.  If the enemy was still alive, regardless of state of injury, he would continue the pace until his enemy was dead.  It didn't matter if victory was close at hand or not, victory only mattered when it was completely and totally achieved.  The rest was an opportunity for his opponent to make a comeback and so Willum would do his best to make sure that didn't happen.<br/><br/>Though none of this mattered with Armina.  She was beginning to learn him, he could tell as he fought, as the number of hits he managed to land where getting fewer, and the blows she landed on him were getting more frequent and seemed to hurt more.  He had a wide variety of techniques and he constantly switched between them, as his fathers had insisted he learn every technique and practice them with equal fervour and attention, so that there was no tool in his arsenal he was not familiar at executing.  But that didn't matter, because her breadth of experience was larger than his, and several times he was caught in a one-two combo before instinct and experience could prevent it from being longer.<br/><br/>And then she tripped him, baiting him to take a kick at her before sweeping with hers to hook into his other and pulling.  Falling back, he curled himself slightly and pivoted back, so that when he landed, he somersaulted backwards and landed back on his feet again, avoiding the counter blow that would have knocked him completely out of the fight.  Even though he had softened the impact, it had taken quite a bit of his breath with him, and it was becoming evident he couldn't maintain the pace for much longer.  Both having to so vigorously attack and defend and the toil the hits he took were taking were slowing him down, and in another furious exchange or two, he would probably go down.  But the expression on his face showed that he refused to simply bow out, and that he wanted those exchanges, even if it meant getting battered even more in the process.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>He got up and initially, Armina was ready to end it with a firm handshake and with the promise of a next match. Yet curiosity got the best of her. She simply had to test his limits. It wasn’t a matter of pride. With her knowledge, skill and experience, she knew better than to continue the fight for the sole puporse of showing her student that she would always win. Yet choosing to continue for the sake of knowing more about Willum’s potential proved to be just a big of a mistake.<br/>So she swirled around him, grabbed Willum’s upper body and caught his head in a tight headlock, taking advantage of his previous predicament. She then forced him to the floor, almost cutting his air supply completely before letting go of his neck and straddled him. She  prepared a vicious punch with her other hand. Seeing him in a more than vulnerable state on the floor made her change her mind however and she stopped her arm midway, without moving away from him. For a moment she thought he wasn’t breathing anymore.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/><br/>His fathers would have been disapproving if they had found out, but Armina's takedown had come as a complete surprise to him.  The impact of landing on his back had snapped him out of his combative flow, and so when she had moved in close, Willum simply couldn't respond in time.  He was already in motion to launch a knee directly into her head, but she whirled around him and grabbed him instead.  Willum's eyes widened as he knew Armina had him in a completely compromising position, and as he felt her arm wrap around his neck, he knew he was done for in the fight.  He barely felt hitting the ground a second time in the fight as his vision began to black out, and there was no breath to whoosh out of his lungs as he felt a weight sit firmly down on him.  Willum lay down on the ground, barely breathing and mind scrambled from having been thoroughly stunned and disoriented, his vision unfocused.<br/><br/>It probably did look like he wasn't breathing, shallow as it was, but then it became more noticeable as Willum began to pull himself together.  The first thing he noticed when his vision cleared was Armina straddling his waist.  Somehow in the fight, when she had forced him into the ground, he had landed on his back.  Still a little mind addled, his thoughts swam in the direction that being in this position wasn't too terribly bad.  Armina wasn't particularly heavy, and this was the closest they had ever been together when not trying to land hits on each other.  And then his mind became coherent enough to notice the raised fist, to which he responded with tapping the ground twice with his right hand, a sort of universal symbol to indicate that he had surrendered.<br/><br/>"Ow."<br/>Not the cleverest of first words since the end of the match, but as the adrenaline faded, the hits he had sustained were beginning to make themselves fully known.  He was fairly certain there were going to be several bruises all over his body, and while he was almost certain he wasn't concussed, there was going to be a bump on the back of his head.  Willum was going to have to pay a visit to Luna and Professor T, the former for any healing she could provide and the latter for anything that would soothe some of the residual aches that came from such a fierce bout.<br/><br/>However, more than pain, Willum felt a strong sense of elation inside of him.  He had given his all, held his own, landed hits on the combat professor, and the worst of the damage between them were bruises.  There was someone here at the Academy he could be completely free to fight with, to express his full potential in martial arts.<br/>There was a large grin on his face as he looked up to Armina, "Thank you Professor, that was exactly the sort of thing I was looking for."<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>Armina gave Willum a smug smile, masking her relief. She only then realized the position they were in, but did not give much thought into it. Without hurrying to get off, she gave her two cents as well.<br/>“You’re not bad yourself.” She said, knowing very well how important it was to encourage one’s students. She may have used the opposite tactic during her lesson with team Wild Marmet, but it wasn’t because she favored or disliked anyone in particular. Armina had a sort of sixth sense when it came to her students and (de)motivating them in one way or another was done according to it, but also based on experience. It was hard to find the right manner and use it, especially when new students were involved: one wrong move and it may scar them for life or encourage them to slack off. This was the hardest part of being a teacher: knowing the right thing to say and the right time to say it.<br/>She slid away from him and offered her hand to pull him back on his feet.<br/>“I believe we have breakfast to attend to. Are you taking up a mission as well?”<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina<br/><br/><br/>"One day, I'm going to be the one on top," Willum laughed, just relaxing and taking deep breaths as he lay on the mat.  "It'll take time and practice, a lot of it, but it's going to be all the sweeter when I can take you or my fathers and be the victor."<br/>When Armina extended her hand to him, Willum gratefully took it and got back onto his feet, wincing at the various aches and pains spread across his body.  Oh yea, Armina had definitely worked him over, though it wasn't the worst he had ever felt.  Sometimes his fathers had overestimated his growth, or underestimated the strength of their attacks, and that had resulted in some fun arguments between all five of them.  Willum began to massage his limbs and roll various joints, helping the blood flow and gently working a little of his aura into his body to take the edge of his injuries.<br/><br/>"Mission?  Oh yea, I'm definitely going on a mission with my team."<br/>His team had discussed it yesterday, and Willum saw no reason to not participate.<br/>"I wouldn't miss an opportunity for some live combat experience under the supervision of the professors.  That's invaluable for developing my skills," Willum commented, before winking at Armina playfully.  "Though I'm not telling which one my group decided on.  That's going to be a surprise for you or for your sister.  Though if I go with Professor Enya, that's going to be interesting.  I got the feeling during the survival trials that she seemed really focused on me.  Not like she hated me or anything, but she really wanted to see if I was any good.  My father Sascha says he and her have some history."<br/><br/>Feeling better now that he worked the kinks out of his body, he could feel his stomach rumbling a little.<br/>"And oh god, breakfast sounds good right now.  Is there anything that needs to be tidied up before leaving?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br/><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br/><br/>Along the years, she dealt with various students, each with their distinctive personality. Willum was the first one to wink at her which obviously led Armina to think that perhaps she softened too much in front of him. As he mentioned that one day he’ll get to be the one on top, something in Armina stirred, shockingly so.<br/>A second surprise was the fact that her sister knew one of his fathers. The one with the Russian name.<br/>“My sister never mentioned him. Not to me, at least. Don’t flatter yourself, kid. She’s pretty intense with everyone.” Now that was a lie, but Armina had no idea why she said it.<br/>“Yeah, let’s get some breakfast before you go on that mission..whichever you choose.”<br/>Something clicked in Armina’s mind as she said that. The combat teacher was supposed to get things set up and ready with professor West for their mission, but she didn’t even do her own luggage yet.<br/>“On second thought, I think I’ll take mine in the room..you go and meet with your team mates, they should be up by now. Nevermind this place, I’ll have it cleaned up when we return.” A dreadful thought crossed her mind. What if some of them would never return?<br/>“You watch it there, kid. No matter where you choose to go.” It was the second time she used “kid” to address him as if she needed to be reminded of their age difference.<br/><br/>