<strong>Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Morning, Day 2<br/>Location; The Western Trek, the Plains<br/>Tagged; Anyone at this point.</strong><br/><br/>Giselle somehow wasn't surprised to see Lionel shortly after the class was over.  Chuckling to herself despite being quite 'knackered' herself, the half Drow merely rolled her brown eyes at the man's comment before grinning at the whispered words.  Standing on shaky legs, her hand still on her battered stomach, the ranger just shook her head again before speaking.  "Bite me Lionel.  Nina is indeed a Blade, although next time she won't be using her spells, none of you will be."  She shouted to the rest of her class, planning to make her next class a simple melee training course with maybe some archery thrown in if they had the time.  Still, regardless of what happened next, she did grin at his comment since she always did love a challenge.  "You trying to tempt me into kicking your ass big guy?"  She winked, whispering her own comment as she dusted herself off before going to tend to some of her more battered students, especially the one that had an arrow in his knee.  A little battlefield first aid lesson came into play for those close enough to pay attention and were actually conscious, and the young lad was able to hobble back on his own with a bit of help from a few of his friends.  Giselle meanwhile stumbled, still sore and a bit beat up but she was able to walk back to Lionel as he led the way to the next class of the day.  She didn't have another class for a few hours so she had time to kill.