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Classes begin the next day following the same morning routine of the day before. When the first years walk into the Grimm Studies class they are greeted by a large lecture hall with a teacher standing in the center of the room. They all take a seat at one of the desks pointing inward. The teacher looks up and smiles. Her hand waves, "salutations class, my reason for teaching you today is to prepare you for facing a hunter main enemy, the Grimm. I will train you in their weak points, actions and how they will try to kill you."

The class nods as a whole pulling out their books. "Normally I start out the class with Beowolves but this year let us start with the Rabi." She looks surprised, "By the way students my name is Doctor Reinheart." She moves on with her class, "Grimm are drawn to fear, more than anything they are drawn to large amounts of it. Anger, fear, sadness, all of these draw them in. Of course to the untrained they create what draws their enemies in. It is quite perfect for the Grimm they hunt anything that fears them."

The teacher looks around,"Now take the Rabi for example: they are perfect examples of the Grimm, they are weakness but through relentless pressure they continue the hunt and can destroy any force against them if allowed to gain enough strength.

The teacher activates a hologram of the creature of Grimm. "The Rabi are weak, No armor, A shot or two from any weapon will will them. Their size and bouncing nature make them difficult to hit. Their means of attack are their claws four to six inch long claws, these claws are sharp enough to cut any personal armor, given enough time ofcourse." The teacher sighs, "any questions?"

Alec raises his hand, "yes young man, and your name," the teacher says pointing.

"Alec ma'am, I have had some experience against Rabi back home, have you heard about the weak point under their arms?"

"You are talking about the weaker skin, it doesn't matter with your weapons or any weapon, their hide cannot protect them from any damage."

"But if you are armed with only a tree branch it helps trust me."

"Well as your fellow student Alec said if you are facing down a horde of Rabi with a broomstick they have a weak spot here," she points at an area under the holographic Rabi's arm.

The Grimm Studies class ends and the class begins to leave. "Mr. Alec please come see me."

Alec walks down to see the teacher, "ma'am," Alec smiles slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Mr. Alec do you like showing off?"

"No ma'am"

"You seem to do it alot."

" I have no intent to ma'am."

"Well your little story about the Rabi's weak spot wasted precious class time."

"I am sorry about that ma'am."

"Where did you get such a story?"

"My childhood ma'am, I grew up in Strip ma'am, and if I had not killed that little monster with a tree branch then a cute little tiger faunus and a much younger version of myself would not be here to disrupt your class with stupid stories."

"How do they raise you in Strip."

"They raise us to survive." Alec frown, "May I leave ma'am."

"Go."

"Welcome back to combat class. Today you will begins one on one fighting, grab a partner take a training arena and beat each other into the ground. Your partner cannot be from your team."

A wild flurry of excitement follows as the class of first years rush to find combat partners. Alec smiles from his seat as students rush around him. "Hey, you have a sparring partner yet?" a young man asks.

"No are you interested?"Alec asks with a smile.
"Ofcourse," the young man says pointing to a free training arena. The pair prepare for the fight. "It is too bad you got stuck on a team with an animal and a fake."

"I am sorry please repeat that."

"I am sorry you didn't hear me? Do you want me to let you go get your pet to hear for you or your robot to translate."

"Ah, that is why I didn't hear you. I can't hear racists well, it is a mental twitch. So are you the first years racist, ooh, please tell me you have a whole team with a buncha other idiots that follow your lead. Maybe another team or two that share your opinions and will back you up. I also take it you were from another initiation, you were definitely not in my initiation. I did not see you yesterday, did you run away from the attack?" Alec smiles with his long winded insult as he steps into the training arena.

The other boy fumes as he steps into the arena after Alec, "I don't run from fights."

"That is dumb,begin." The boy grasps his long two-handed warhammer and swings it at Alec. He ducks under the swing allowing the weapons momentum to pull its owner away. Alec throws a few punches when there is an opening. The boy transforms his hammer into a flamethrower and fires it at Alec. He jumps away as the wall of flame keeps him back. Alec draws the twins and activates his semblance, crosshairs form over his eyes. He erily calmly opens fire though the flames with the precision two or three round bursts.

"Tell me Alec are you afraid of fire? Because I am not, hell, I love it. You could say that it is something I understand." He laughs as the fire leaving his flamethrower begins to change into a mouth and pushes towards Alec. Alec readies the twins, putting them into blade mode. He drops his long white trench coat and jumps through the flame at his opponent. His aura flickers as the fire eats at it.

The twins slash at the other students weapon pushing away the flames and their wielder. With quick precise cuts Alec pushes through his opponent's defense he quickly switches the twins to their submachine gun mode opening fire at the weakened opponent.

"Combat over," the computer called out.

"Looks like you lose friend," Alec says cooly.

"I am still breathing, can't have lost yet."

"If you plan on shooting me in the back make it quick I smell like gasoline, and I wanna finish this up."

The boy grips his weapon as Alec holsters the twins. The boy swings his warhammer at Alec who takes the hit to the center of his back. Alec turns around, pulling the weapon from his opponents hand. His fist impacts with the other boy's face, his other fist impacts with the boy's stomach. A follow up kick tears into the last of the boys aura. While the boy staggers from the loss of his defenses. Alec punches him again, hitting his face followed by a crack. Alec begins rubbing his hand, "you have a hard face." Alec walks away, "stay down."

"You bwoke ny noss."

"Probably cracked a rib too."

"You smoog sun of a..."

"I would not finish that statement about my mother or I may just feel the need to shoot you."

The boy lays down again and stops fighting to get up.

Alec walks out and calls for one of the trainers, "I am afraid he and I went to far. I may have taken his comments a bit too personally."

"Your fight is over go observe someone else's fight."

Alec walks away and looks around picking a fight that seems interesting. He is drawn to a fight between two swordsmen. They seem fairly even matched one with a simple sword and shield combo, the other armed with a long two-handed sword.

The two swordsmen bounce back and forth slicing and blocking as the fight continues both tear each other's aura down until the shield user deflects a swipe in perfect timing using his sword to end the fight and depletes his opponent's aura.