A New Twilight (Golden Twilight)
He stood near the entry way into the arena, large frame clad in the Gladiator form of his golden armor. His right hand held loosely onto the trench ax that was practically a second arm to him.
“I’d like to introduce a new transfer from Vacuo, Augustus Martis,” Miss Goodwitch said to the combat class gathered in the lowest seats of the arena style classroom. He stepped forward casually, his helm casually gripped in his massive, gauntlet covered hand.
His black hair was messy and his crimson eyes a shade toward harsh. His golden skin only adding to the fact he looked like a sand scoured statue. His gaze swept about the other students in silence, the axe still barely grasped.
The door silently opened and closed as Eclypse slipped into the classroom. It wasn’t uncommon for her to show up late to class, but if she could sneak in before Professor Goodwitch took attendance, she could sometimes get away with it. Today was not one of those days.
Glynda had already taken roll and noted the fact Eclypse was missing yet again at the beginning of class. So of course she noticed when the girl was suddenly sitting with the rest of her team.
“Late again, Ms. Aubergine. Perhaps you’d like a make up for it by welcoming Mr. Martis here with a match?” While it wasn’t quite fair to use the new student as punishment, she knew how much Eclypse hated putting in a lot of work and effort. Augustus was to fight someone anyway, this just helped choose his opponent.
With a defeated sigh, Eclypse got up from where she had just sat down to prepare for the fight. Although Goodwitch had framed it ad a question, it was to be taken as a command.
He watched the girl as she was called out, his eyes practically devouring every move she made. She was relaxed, but not in the way a calm person is. She was /relaxed/ the way a well practiced con artist or pickpocket was. She was toned in the ways of a swift fighter. She was gorgeous in the way that only a person who knew struggle was.
He began twisting the axe in a cautious loop as he began to pace, each step smooth and light, despite the heavy armor that adorned him. As the instructor spoke he was already working through their fight, thinking of how her toned body would move and dodge him. A slight grin crept into his lips as he played through his options.
As she stepped into the ring he shifted his armor into its Achilles form, his weapon snapping around into the long and light war spear form.
"Greetings, Mrs. Aubergine. Thank you for gracing me with your presence," he said in his deep rumble of a voice, the sound of an autumn storm rolling through the plains.
