Oh great. It's a short girl. Kyle just sighed heavily. Can't be mad at her. Knowing he can't get more sleep, he looks at the two girls that introduced themselves.


"The name's Kyle Alodis, Freshman year. And you need to cut it out with all that noise. Some people, I.E. me, like to sleep until noon. But it's a pleasure to meet you, Flygal."


He then turns to Vanessa. "So you're a Sophomore? Sorry to bother you, upperclassman. She woke you up too?" He then covers his mouth and yawns. "So, what're you guys doing besides being noisy?"

Before he could answer, the blacksmith piped up and yet another person arrived. This put the current training population at five. Chrohn noticed how quickly the little bird flocked to newcomers, but also how quickly she left. I wonder if it's the newness of people that attracts her, or if it's something that serves as a testament as to how he treats her friends. He shrugged at this; people were far to complex for him, and he was probably looking too hard into simple movements. To the blacksmith, Chrohn replied," Sure, I don't mind much, but I think you might have to wait a round or so..."

Now to "show off" his weapons. He knew them well enough, but it was only when he started clambering around his person for his weapons that he realized his gauntlets were on when the sword clinked as he grasped for the handle. Oh, well then. I guess that saves me some time for freaking out, but that doesn't save the fact that I left the chips in my jacket, mother fuc- "Here they are," Chrohn said, his exclamatory statement directed to the blue-haired female. "One not run of the mill greatsword of sorts that can't currently run at full power, and a pair of not run of the mill gauntlets." With this, he held up his right hand and unsheathed Lucky 7 to show the spectacle. "Oh yeah! While it's not a weapon persay, I do plan on using my hoverboard if ya don't mind. Now, care to return the favor and tell me what you have?"

"We have an uneven number though..." Celia muttered, looking around and counting again. "Two sophomores, two freshmen, and Stan... hrmmmm...." She put a hand to her chin, trying to figure out how to make this efficient.

He was admittedly a little disappointed the younger girl either didn’t hear or didn’t acknowledge his offer, still, the group presented an opertunity. “Not to sound a little full of myself, but might I suggest another way to play this game?” He said, leaning against the embedded sword, pulling back plumes of grey hair behind his head, before binding them in place with a simple hair bobble. “I wouldn’t mind a good scap myself, but it’s fair to say I would be at an unfair advantage if I fought any of you man to man… Or girl.” He corrected, himself, offering a small apologetic nod, “I’m taller, stronger, and more experienced than any one of you. However!” With a slight flourish he threw off his jacket, the waxed wool landing with a dull thud behind him.

“The the four of you together? Or in pairs? Well that's a different story.” He continued, dropping the hoodie, followed by his outermost shirts, until he was left in a t-shirt and his trousers, rather than the countless layers he was accustomed to. Resting a hand he heaved the heavy weapon from the ground, before slipping his pistol into his waist-band. “Consider it an exercise in teamwork, its easy to be a group of individuals, let's see you co-ordinate against a stronger foe.” To prove his point, and arc of lightning ran up the length of the blade.