Well, if there was anything that that Raven didn't expect out of his Freshmen year in the academy, he certainly didn't think he'd be taking one of Professor Thorn's classes. It was a 'mandatory lesson', the dashboard read, and it apparently listed the following students that the white-haired boogieman apparently felt that needed it, which, was obviously most - if not all the Freshmen that were in this academy. With the festival around the corner, he could almost hear some students just groaning with obvious excitement at the mention of a potential lesson from their favorite professor. Even though the mute was somewhat reluctant to participate, he forced himself to go through those damned hallways that led way towards the lecture room.

Of course, Raven arrived earlier than most, and he'd sat himself at the corner of the classroom, so that the professor wouldn't notice him the moment he entered. However, the room seemed to be quickly filling up, and with signs of disgruntled students about what lesson was going to be, the boy had a feeling that this was going to take a lot longer than he'd hoped for. This also meant that he was going to be late for his dance practice that he scheduled with Celia, so as he typed away into his scroll to let her know not to wait for him, the white-haired man entered the room before his heavy set of books slammed on the table, catching everyone's attention at an instant. Those tombs looked ancient, and did that mean that they were going to have to get through the whole thing?

Yes.

It was a good thing that the mute had come prepared with a phone to keep himself entertained with messages returned to him by Celia - otherwise, his brain would simply turn to a mush before this whole thing was over. However, the mute's attention was ripped from the device when he heard noises of things being thrown across the room, and bouncing off the walls, apparently. A pair of tonfas almost flew at his head, but the boy managed to dodge just in time to see it bounce off somewhere else and hit some poor sod's head. Two times. If Raven hadn't been paying attention, he probably would've ended up like that kid, but he couldn't help but almost laugh at the scene. That was indeed one heck of a way to wake up someone, and what did they expect out of a class that was taught by a veteran hunter? Did the students simply expect to be able to sleep quietly?

Shaking his head, the brunette turned his attention towards the Professor who now seemed to be giving an overview of what this lesson was about: Aura. And how to use it correctly without draining themselves. Now that was the kind of lesson that he seemed to need, and without any further due, the boy took out a note and a pen to jot down whatever know-hows the man was about to pour to them. But as always, Professor Thorn started with a very obvious, and basic question asked to all Hunters and Huntresses:

How did one awaken their aura?

Even the mute knew the answer to that one, and the pink-haired student not too far off from where he was sitting managed to answer it quite accurately, but... "That is the old way of thinking. The standard and easy was to think about it. While it is hard to accomplish there are Monks who have drawn out their Aura through meditation. They studied the principles and methods of using Aura. What it can and can't do. After much time they were able to simply will it out. Control it with their minds. This is what I am on about today class.

To control and master the flow of Aura around yourself is akin to becoming a master marksmen. Managing the output and usage of your own power is just like maintaining your weapons. Most underclassmen and some upperclassmen forget this simple reality. Hell even some Hunters. And that is why their will lose a fight against other Hunters. Or lose their life to Grimm. Now would someone like to approach the front of the class and demonstrate how they utilize their Aura? Without trying to blow a hole in the roof?"

Again, there was not a single volunteer willing to come up to the front of the room, and quite understandably so. This went beyond a simple stage freight. Revealing their aura meant that they were revealing themselves, a part of their secret, their tactics. No students in their right minds would simply go up just show everyone in front of them what their powers were, despite them all being one and the same. Even though they were no more than students, most of them realized that they were also potential future competitors. The fact that the professor was forcing them to do it... well, that was also very frightening thing. Did he realize their positions? Most likely so, given his background, but he didn't think Professor Thorn would do it without a good reason.

He was giving them a chance to correct their mistakes. Their faults. If the brunette was able to do that during this man's lesson, then he was more than willing to step forward. Standing up from where he sat, the mute walked down the alleyways, already earning some looks of the frightened students. Already, Raven had earned quite a bit of infamy after his bout with the teacher, the scorched training field was still under repairs due to the damage done by his weapon and there were still quite a bit of windows getting replaced next week as the result of the fighting. 

As Raven walked up to the taller man, the boy gave him a look as if to say: 'It's been a while' before transforming his left prosthetic arm into the full glory known as the 'Hellhound' with a flick of a wrist. The obsidian metal plates slid, and popped forth, forming savagely clawed fingers and armored plates much like that of Barghast's. As the metal darkly shone under the light of the classroom, he began to walk up to a dummy target that rose from the floor. Then, with his left arm reeled back, the mute slammed his armored fist into the target with the kind of violence expected out of him. As the aura poured forth from his body before miliseconds of contact, what seemed like a bolt of lightning ran towards the spiked knuckles. 

By the time the fist pummeled into its intended area, the spiked knuckles began to crush the soft target's flesh, biting into it. The metal frames inside groaned and bent under the stress of the sheer force and strength that the arm exuded. The impact, however, caused an explosive chain reaction in his black arm, triggering the canister within the arm to create the sort of explosion one would see out of a shell fired from an artillery. The volatile fireball lit the stage, and with the aura poured into his weapon, it seemed to create a secondary shockwave that followed thereafter, ripping away whatever resistance that the target had left. The explosion literally ripped, and liquefied the victim's flesh off of its metal skeleton. A devastating end to the fireworks from hell. If one were to describe the scenery, it was very much like a miniature nuclear explosion going off in the room, all of it concentrated into a single point of the target, focused on utter annihilation of the enemy.  

In fact, it almost seemed as if the target had no longer existed. At the epicenter of the smoke, the boy stood, his aura was still crackling through his body, coursing through him like a miniature lightning storm.

The smell of the burning ballistic gel caused Raven to scrunch up his nose. He did create an explosion, after all, so that was to be expected. Satisfied with his work, the mute student turned his golden eyes towards the teacher expectantly, obviously wanting a pointer about the technique he'd used.