Moments later, they were all inside the hall for Combat Class. The professor hadn't mentioned the fight again after his initial burst of enthusiasm, but everyone, Jethro especially, still sensed it was at the back of his mind.
"You firestarters and your rush to use powers that you barely even understand," he muttered as he sauntered to the central dais, boots echoing. "Hahaha! Such childishness! Back when we were barebrains like you, at least we pretended to have some decorum!"
Once he got to the dias, he spun around and faced the students that were looking at him with the complete attention his introduction deserved. Then he shot them a fierce smile. "But isn't it that raw hunger to fight that we're here to mould?! Mhm? Hehehe."
He pounded a fist into his open palm for emphasis.
