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(Is he gonna ask her for help, or are we going to stage something so that he sees she can be helpful?)

(Let's see if he finds her to be helpful.)

(Sure. It could be in gym class, advanced defense, or fighting skills.)

(Fighting skills would probably be the best. That's the only class he attends on a regular basis )

( Okay.)

Wisteria pulled her wavy red hair up in a ponytail, which she often wore everywhere. She was wearing black shorts halfway down her thighs, tennis shoes, and a black tank top. The angel stretched herself like she had been taught to do since she was four.

Marth was readying himself for the class, performing stretches like he would before any major battle. Readying his weapon for the class, Marth awaited for the instruction to begin, he looked around the class, studying the students.

Wisteria mindlessly touched her knife strapped to one of her thighs while waiting for the instructor to give out the day’s assignment.

(Who gets to be the teacher?)

(I could if you'd like.)

(I don't mind one way or another.)

(Alright.)

The instructor soon arrived in class, "We're gonna be jumping into sparring today. However, we'll be working in pairs. You've got five minutes to find a partner and get ready."

Marth began looking around at the various students, spotting a girl in a black tank top, approaching her.

She caught sight of Marth walking over. With her elf-like features, a nose often described as ‘cute’, and coke-bottle figure, people often assumed Wisteria couldn’t fight well. That was their first mistake.
Their second mistake was when they judged her experience from her age. She wasn’t 17 like her outward appearance suggested. Angels aged slower than humans, which meant she was actually 25 years old.

"You mind partnering up with me, miss?" Marth kindly asked, smiling a bit. "You seem capable, so perhaps we'll have some moderate success on the battlefield together."

Nodding, she assessed her opponent. Though many angels wouldn’t think humans could beat them due to their increased speed, strength, endurance, and healing qualities, Wisteria never jumped to such conclusions. Anyone could fight if they really worked for it.
“Hand-to-hand, or are weapons allowed?” The angel took her stance.

"Don't know yet. We'll just have to wait for the instructor to start shouting crap at us." The blue haired fellow said, "The name's Marth, and you are?"

People began to partner up and they were ready to begin.

“Wisteria Doveless,” she answered, hand resting on the hilt of her blade as she waited for the teacher to finish his instructions to the class. She wondered if magic was allowed like back at the Academy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss." Marth smiled before turning to the instructor.

"We're going to be working defending ourselves. Using whatever you can, be it magic or weapon, you will defend one another against the incoming wave of opponents."

“So we’re not fighting one another,” Wisteria said, speaking her thoughts out loud.
She grabbed her blade and readied it, holding the hilt so that the blade was parallel to her arm in front and slightly below her face.

Marth drew his sword, the freshly polished sword shined under the bright lights in the gym. "You ready for this, Wisteria?" He asked, going into a fighting stance.

"Yup." Her eyes swept the teens ready to rush at them, assessing their weaknesses from a distance.
One nursed his left ankle, indicating a sprain. A girl squinted behind her glasses, showing poor eyesight. Perhaps a little near-sighted.

Marth watched the approaching students with sharp, focused eyes. His sword was ready to fly at any moments, with a smirk, he readied to parry off as many attacks as he could.