The Man with the mustache looked upon Deathscythe Hell, and waited for her answer. Though the smile upon her features were very lovely. When she asked if he was a teacher here, He nodded. "Yes I am. I'm Ramba Ral, and I'm in charge of the Combat Training for the Academy." He stated before pulling out a tablet, and took her picture with the camera. "Ah, yes. You're Deathscythe Hell. A intimidating name for such a cute girl." he stated warmly, but that professionalism was still present. Though there was a gleam in his eye now. Though it would not be what one expected.<em>YES! I have an excuse now for being late! Hamon can't yell at me now.</em>He mentally crowed in victory. "It says you need to also do your Combat Evaluation as well. I'll escort you to the Facility office where you can finish your paperwork, and then we'll head over to the Colosseum to get your evaluation done." He stated before turning around, and starting to walk at a more relaxed pace.