"Unique: [Mana Shot]." He calls out, flying back as the force of the magic projectile pushes him. "Arghh!" He falls on his already broken arm. He writhes in pain but still opens his eyes to see the outcome of such expensive magic.
It seems his unique skill was extremely useful. He was told the power left in him had potential, and if trained could reach the rank of B or even higher.
Looking up with some effort, he paled. The skill, that cost him an arm only managed to bruise her, causing her shiny metal skin to have a dark spot. Alice smiles at Matt, "You're gonna give up now, right?"
Matt breaks into a sweat, "No." He mumbles to himself. Alice strains her ears, "What did you say? I didn't quite get that."
"No!" He yells as he pushes himself up. He runs madly towards Alice, almost falling over multiple times. "Too bad," Alice begins. "It would have been less painful if you had."
"[Metal Golem Create]!" Using her skill, she causes the earth around her to shake and vibrate harshly, felling him down. He slowly gets to his knees once again, just to notice a shadow that is covering him. He slowly raises his head to see the hand that is covering his entire body.
"It's my win," Alice states, as she gives a small bow. "Thank you for the match." Matt is at a loss for words as he stares up at the dissipating figure. He bites his lips bitterly; he didn't even stand a chance. Taking a deep breath, he gets to his feet still clutching his injured arm.
Walking off the platform, he wondered to himself if he truly deserved to be in the Hero class. Viscar watches with an unimpressed look. The match was boring, to say the least.
"Alright! Next is umm..." He looks around the group left, "Jasper and Thompson."
"It's Thomas, sir." An orange-haired boy with dark green eyes interrupts. He was surprisingly polite for a noble. Visar gives an awkward smile, "Yeah, ha-ha. Thomas, gotcha."
They both walk up to the terrace, with Thomas packing a bow and arrow kit and Jasper a short-sword; though Jasper looked uncomfortable with the whole thing. They are on the stage, yet Jasper continued to fidget. He raises his hand on the stage, waiting for Viscar to call on him.
"Can I surrender?"
Viscar frowns and furrowed his eyes, "And why would you want to do that?"
Jasper twists his fingers as he looked to the ground, "Because…" He whispered to himself.
"Louder boy!"
"Because," He starts with a yell, "I don't like fighting." He finishes timidly. Viscar frowns even harder and his reply but still nods his head in agreement. "Come meet me at my office later."
Jasper bites his lip but still nods. Thomas on the other hand watches this but respects Jasper's decision. It was the way of a true man, after all. "Mr. Royule, do I get another sparring partner?"
Viscar shakes his head, "Sorry to tell you, but you can't." Thomas understanding these words, gives a small bow and walks off the stage.
"Next!" Viscar yells, "Ella Poll and Reeve."
A plain-looking girl raises her hand. Among all the students, she looked the most normal, with brown hair and brown eyes. However, she still managed to look pretty. "Excuse me for interrupting, sir, but is any weapon acceptable?"
"Yeah, I said that before, didn't I?"
"So, is a forging hammer acceptable?" She asks lifting a heavy-looking hammer, effortlessly.
"Hmm?" Viscar smiles with his fingers stroking his chin. "You? What class are you?" He asks. It was already apparent that students of other classes were gathering. After all, it was their break and they were aware that the freshman was going to be sparring for the first time in school.
How unlucky they were to be supervised by Viscar Royule.
"I'm a blacksmith." She answers, hitting her fisted palm against her chest. "I also forged this hammer myself."
"It seems we have quite a talented student. A blacksmith in combat?" Viscar gestures to the stag, "Go ahead, kid!" He gives his usual hearty laugh as he had finally found an interesting figure, that wasn't Licht.
She nods curtly as she walks onto the terrace. Reeve clutches his staff tightly as he gritted his teeth.
Why is she getting all the attention? I'm a noble, aren't I? I thought we were better than those disgusting peasants?
He obviously didn't like her one bit. But what could he do? She was a class that focused on the physical. He was a mage and no match for her; he would only end up disgracing himself and his family.
His hand dives in his pockets as a smile slowly creeps its way onto his face. He was ecstatic, you could see it the way his dark green eyes shone. He knew just what to do.