Maris had no interest in anything that had to do with academics. In her mind, anything that didn't directly increase her combat ability, it was useless to her. The professor's voice droned on like a dying insect caught in a web. Each word seemed to dragitself out of his mouth with no enthusiasm before falling to the floor in defeat. To Maris, sitting stiff-backed beside Cain, the lecture felt less like education and more like a cruel endurance trial.
The chalkboard was filled with strange diagrams and long formulas. They might as well have been spells written in an ancient tongue for all the sense they made to her. Her golden eyes locked onto the symbols with something between confusion and hatred before slowly drifting shut as the professor launched into yet another example problem.
