<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mori Koji<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combat class/Armina's class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz<br/><br/>In his nearly autistic behaviour, Mori Koji' situation was getting worse time after time. After giving Armina reason to call him poet kid, he kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding everyone else's gazes. The arrogant Welkin showed his claws: he wanted to play the hero and volunteered to take his place next to the Ursa dummy - how lovely for the team leader, who did not know what Mori Koji was really capable of, to come and save the 'damsel in distress'. At first, his feelings were quite clear towards Welkin's initiative. The boy really wanted to show off his superhero side, to show ff how strong he was, to show off how good he was. The girls would be drooling at him at the end. Quite a predictable plan that Mori Koji ha already seen so many times.<br/><br/>A mix of jealousy and anger threatened to take Mori Koji over, but son his survival instincts spoke louder. The whole scene amused Mori Koji, who tried to hide a smile forming in the corner of his lips, as he silently enjoyed his feeling of superiority. At least, Mori Koji would get out of the danger zone, he pondered. For someone who had survived to the hard life in the streets, that was a basic rule: avoid problem, whenever possible. Not that Mori Koji was a coward. What the dismal poet wanted was to survive. His entire life had been a struggle with no parents, no support, no friendly hand. Seeing a<em>petit burgeois</em>playing the hero and taking the risks only showed Mori Koji' superiority.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVpFjKvFnk4/T15siPBO3PI/AAAAAAAADts/pFeWGWynFSQ/s1600/yatagan%2Bfull2.jpg)</div>" Still in silence and with his hands in the pocket, Mori Koji moved to the attacking position, some 5 metres in front of the Ursa dummy. For the first time, he raised his head and his sad eyes saw something different from shoes. Momentarily, he looked at Armina as if looking for her approval. Mori Koji did not know why on Earth he did it. Anyway, it was just a moment, possibly the scantily dressed woman had not even realized it. It took a couple of seconds for him to assess the target, quite larger than he thought - he had never seen an Ursa before. He swiftly took his Magnhild (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Magnhild) and locked the target.<br/><br/>Nah... ", Mori said, recognizing a grenade launcher would cause too much mess in the room. "Let me try this one", he muttered to himself as if no one was around him, pulling a blade out from the scabbard in his back. 'There I go', the poet kid thought to himself as he rushed with impressive enthusiasm for such a depressing character. He was not doing that for himself - as he took the blade given to him by his beloved Gureisi Keri, Mori Koji was honoring the only person who had made him smile, the only person who looked at him tenderly, the only person who treated him with respect. His grip was firm, as if Gureisi Keri was incarnated in that blade. That blow was for all the love for Gureisi Keri he had dammed in his heart. He was going to show Welkin and Armina what he was capable of.<br/><br/>"YAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"<br/><br/>Mori Koji hit the dummy with everything he had. The point is that everything he had was completely out of focus and he was unprepared for the elastic effect of the Ursa dummy. At first, the dummy retreated as a result of his blow, accumulating all the power used by Mori. In the next instant, the Ursa dummy had its sweet revenge, hitting Mori Koji back and throwing him away. Taken by surprise, Mori Koji flew backwards, exactly at the feet of Tamika and Tahira. Feeling some physical pain, he kept his eyes closed. Greater than the body pain wast humiliation. Facing Armina and Welkin again would be too hard for him. What was he doing in the Avalanche Academy after all? The only thing he could feel was that the blade was still in his hand. At least, he was bloody determined.