It was late in the afternoon, and combat classes had finally come to a halt. Those who'd decided to stay after for some of those 'extra lessons' did so, but not many did. Many students were rather eager to go about their daily lives as usual, some would walk away to lick their wounds, and others to do some maintenance, and Raven found himself not an exception to such reasoning. However, something had compelled him to stay after for some extra practice - rather, by the orders of none other than the newest combat instructor Xanthia Meidio. He certainly wouldn't have gone out of the way to stay otherwise. The mute wasn't sure of what he was staying after for. Surely, he didn't find himself breaking any rules she'd laid out during one of her orientations save for the time he took things a little too far with his partner.

He couldn't say for himself that match had ended in the most pleasant terms. The boy had to get carried off to the infirmary, and was being currently cared for the broken ribs and arms. Of course, in a true - student-like fashion, Raven wrote a letter of apology afterwards. Though on a bit of a half-hearted note. It was his partner who decided to go on with the match, despite the lack of aura he had left, it was he his partner who decided to push on despite the mute's silent protests about it. Even the instructor went as far as attempting to stop the match, but from the looks of things, the boy seemed to have a grudge against him or something. 

Raven couldn't find that all too surprising. He was already aware of the enemies he'd made in the school both unintentional and out of one of his 'episodes'. However, he remembered most of his foes, but he couldn't find himself remembering the boy who went up against him in that class. How odd, he thought. Most people always had tendencies to stay down when their aura was depleted after getting a couple of kisses from a literal fist made out of military-grade metal. So what made this one stand up over and over like some sort of a roly-poly doll? That was the sort of question he wanted to ask, but never had the chance to. 

Thinking back, Raven never did deliver the letter that he was forced to write up, now did he? It must've been about that, there was no other reasons about why his instructor had told him to stay after when the class was over. He considered himself having fairly good grades in most classes - if not average and plausible enough to pass. Despite his infamous reputation among Freshman for his hair-trigger anger, and brutal fluidity in his overall fighting style, the boy did keep up with his grades, so it couldn't have been about poor performances. A small inward sigh left at the thought as he threw his back against the wall, watching as some of the students began to leave. Then, as the large classroom, almost resembling that of an arena began to empty, he walked down to face the blonde teacher. 

For some odd reason, he began to think back upon his first, official encounter with Professor Thorn a few weeks back as he approached Professor Meidio. Would this encounter end the same way? He certainly didn't hope so.