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A brisk early Autumn day had creeped upon the region of remnant, and the school, the breeze kicking up, causing the changing colour leaf's of the to dance about and tango with the subtle grasp of then tender wind, the sound of people and others in the training hall echoed in the air. Disrupting the peace a single figure had when he entered about thirty minutes ago, the being clad in a strange armor, his bright yellow attire made him stand out. But also frightened a few people, seeing how the yellow hood was slightly covering a rather exotic looking metal helm with a single cream bone like horn protruding from the forehead.

The chest plate holding the same colour as the helmet, but along with the yellow hood, was a cloak that seemed to be attached and comprised of the same material as the hood, as this cloak seemed to extend over his left arm. Among the chest plate was yellow and lightly tanned straps that seemed to serve as a fixed piece to hold all the parts on this armor together, for upon the right shoulder was a large yellow shoulder plate, which seemed to compliment the azure blue shirt and trousers that the lone being was sporting. Upon these trousers was more yellow straps, and a belt that seemed to hold ammunition packs and various other survival gear. While his hands had the same hue as the chest plate and helmet, not only that but a pair of boots upon his feet, holding a metal like plate on the shins, and up to the knees, all coloured the same as the helmet.

Upon leaving the lockers for the male students, and seeing a few dummies for the firearm's practice, the lone being strolled over to the mechanical machine and pressed the button to send the humanoid being back to the wall. But he picked the one that was positioned where a open window was. He set the timer for one three minutes before the device would reset, seeing how the pressure plate he was one indicated him being there, the device saying "Station Occupied" Upon the device being set, the strange individual walked out of the building and into the major courtyard, still following the open window, letting cooler Autumn air into the warm building, he jogged for a good two minutes before setting his gear up.

Upon doing so, he judged he was about 16.6 yards (50 feet) from the window, and another 25 yards (75 feet) from the target, with his mind calm, and him now setting his large rifle, a unique and old appearance weapon. He lined up the iron sights, the visard in his helm glowing a force azure hue, the targeting reticals locking onto the single humanoid dummy, and as the timer reached zero, the dummy started moving left and right at a rather speedy pace, making him focus on the point it would be instead of the current position it held. When his eyes locked onto a location he knew it would be, for he calculated the speed it was going, the distance he was at, the velocity of his projectile, the wind and air pressure for inside and outside of the build, pulled the trigger of his gun, sending the bullet soaring through the air, and into the building.

As it passed through the window frame and towards the intended location, a loud crack shorty ruptured into the building and the copper FMJ shard struck the dummy, causing it to slam against the wall and cause the counter above the station to read, 1-0 and a female mechanical voice to say "Target hit", the figure simply pulled the lever action up and back, ejecting a shell from the chamber and focus on the target, his magazine now holding 9 rounds in it, and his figurement not changing. A calm breath of air slewed from his lips, and his voice rang out. "Target hit, one shell, nine hot, zero missed." "Beginning second shell." The mechanical like voice ringing from the helm, almost as from a radio broadcasting, something similar to the way sound left a phone when someone talked from it.

With the shell leaving his rifle, the target in sight, and the next round loaded into the chamber by his action bolt sliding along the action gauge, a simple bobbing of his head could be seen for during his chambering of the next round, he placed his index and middle fingers of his right hand to the temple of his helm, and began to play some music. And upon spotting the location once more, he pulled back the trigger and fired off another round, the loud Crack filled the air once more, and he ejected a empty shell from his guns chamber, with a rather displeased grunt coming from his helm, his helm having a sound blocking agent built in. With him seeing the round hitting the target, making the loud crack echo through the air once more, his voice rang out, a rather rough and rugged like tone it held.

"Tch... too easy, I need more distance... maybe... 1,200 yards." "That may require the Trylex B3-2X 15x Magnified Marksmen Scope." Upon his standing up and pulling the bolt back, pulling the magazine out and flicking on the safety he turned around, and startled by another person behind him, without hesitation he dropped his gun and did a backflip and placing his hand behind his waist under the cloak. He turned his music off with his fingers and materialized his Little Friend, a large knife out of his Aura, his Semblance, and then pulling his hand out of the cloak, acting like he had it sheathed under the cloak. Speaking out to this being whom seemed to being raging about something; "Who the hell are you?" "Back up, I don't know who you are, nor do I care, rule one about me, don't come up from behind me."

He said this in a more defensive manner, almost as if this being was a enemy, or a person he didn't care for, but his reaction was clear he didn't like to be spooked, and his stance was clearly that of a well trained fighter with a dagger, his left foot stationed in a forty five degree angle from his right foot. Which was pointing at this woman, the dagger in his right hand, and his left hand over his right arm, cupping it for even his slouched body seemed almost like a pouncing tiger or large cat. As the force blue energy line across the eye region of this beings helm slivered over, scanning her, he didn't like her body posture, or her body language, which seemed almost hostile. "What were you saying just now, speak girl, I don't have all day." "I didn't hear you, music in my helmet keeps sound from entering it, for I designed it that way."

Hearing this woman speak; "Look. I don’t know what your deal is but if you're going to use a high caliber rifle like that could you go practice elsewhere? You know, somewhere that isn't surrounded by others trying to focus!?" He could tell she was irritated by her wording, and her stance, seeing her walking away from hi, after giving him a glance, one he cared little for, "If the sound of gunfire drives your focus away from whatever it was, how can you call yourself a hunter." "There are many other's like me that use guns." "Not that you'd understand, so go on, go play knight someplace else; I have training." He said with his voice echoing in the air, his let his knife dissipate into sand and he walked over to his rifle and picked it up, along with his magazine and trotted past her. His aura striking out a faint gold hue, and gave off a ice cold like feeling and walked into the thick forest surrounding the courtyard, his voice could be heard, he didn't even bother to tone it down. "Bloody cretin, this is why I hate people, don't know how to bloody adapt." Once he got to a safe distance, he set his gear down and went under the brush, the bushes hiding his body and the thick tree branches gave him enough shade to not be too hot, he loaded his gun once again and looked about, scanning the area for anything he could shoot that wouldn't get him into hotter water.