OOC: I don't think he has a name. Okay, putting on the old randomness generator...m'kay, the defence teacher shall henceforth be a demon known as...*Dramatic Drumroll* Mr.Fred! No wait, let me try that again...his name is...Adagio, Adagio Calavera. He's a terrible racist when it comes to half-breeds which is why he hates Mizuno (He will hate other mixes as well, but since Mizuno is a 50/50 case, which is glaringly obvious for a demon Calavera's power, he will kind of be the focus point of his distaste). Hope you are okay with that everyone. Oh, and as you can see I came up with a surname for Mizuno as well.
IC:
Mizuno could barely keep himself from groaning at Mr.Calavera's joke, putting on a half-hearted laugh while scrutinizing the teacher; Adagio Calavera was a tall and well-built demon with short, spiky blood red hair and pale skin, a pair of pitch-black bat wings sticking out of his shoulders, a pair of curved, and slightly chipped, black horns just visible from beneath his hair and a slender black tail with a very sharp diamond-shaped point. He dressed in a kind of black, sleevless karate gi, and judging by the various scars covering his muscular arms it was obvious that he had seen a good deal of battles in his day and lived to tell the tale. Yet there was something about the man that instinctively raised Mizuno's mistrust, and he could almost have sworn that it was mutual by the way the teacher was staring at his un-pointed tail.
"Now then." the teacher continued in an emotionless voice, his cold, crimson eyes travelling across his students "For the benefit of the new students in the room...I want to make it clear that this is not like the meager battle tactic classes you have undoubtedly attended this far. The monsters you shall be facing are real, as is the danger associated with them, and as such I will expect nothing short of the outmost discipline from you." his glare seemed particularly focused on Clow and Jet at this point. Apparently word of their squabbles had come to his attention. "There will be no fighting between students in this class." Mr. Calavera stated "Is this understood?"
There was a murmur of assent from the class and Mizuno surpressed a slight grin. Clow and Jet in the same arena without fighting each other? Fat chance.
"Very well then." the teacher said "Does anybody in this class know about trolls? How about you, boy? Stand up..." he turned his eyes onto Mizuno who rose from his seat with a slightly indignant expression "In my experience." Mr.Calavera stated loudly, walking over to Mizuno with long strides and fixing him with an intense stare "Those with the least skills to show always take up a seat at the back of the class. What is your name and what do you know of trolls?"
"Mizuno Darkhallow" Mizuno replied, returning the teacher's stare unflinchingly. "And trolls are a bipedal carnivorous species of the monstrosity subgroup. They are green-skinned, highly muscular, and notoriously slow-witted."
The half-demon took a pause, at which Mr.Calavera impatiently gestured him to continue without betraying a hint of emotion. "Ah, the book-smart type I see." he said softly "Think you are pretty clever, do you Darkhallow?" he continued staring at Mizuno, slowly circling around him. "Think you are a warrior now?" Although his temper was boiling already, the half-demon didn't comment, knowing that it would only get him into trouble. "What's the matter boy?" Mr.Calavera sneered, smirking a bit at his student's discomfiture "Cat got your tongue? Why don't you tell the class how you fight a troll?"
"Very carefully." Mizuno replied, doing his best to focus his eyes on anything except for the demon in fron of him "They are well-known for their fierce temper, considerable physical strength and unrelenting stamina. A full-grown troll is capable of regenerating any wound, even reconstructing lost body parts, within a matter of hours."
"Look at me when you're talking to me boy." Calavera interrupted, forcing Mizuno to look him in the eyes once more. "How do you fight an opponent who can regenerate from any wound, hmm?"
"That is quite simple sir." Mizuno replied, smirking triumphantly at the teacher and giving himself a mental pat on the back for having stayed up and studied monster lore last night "Trolls are extremely vulnerable to all things that burn. If you sear the wounds with fire or acid they cannot be mended. Isn't that correct, sir?"
Mr.Calavera frowned, giving the half-demon a contemptous look, but still being unable to deny the truth of his knowledge "It is." he replied coldly "Now sit down boy, are you expecting some kind of reward for this piece of combat trivia?"
"Of course not, sir..." Mizuno replied, his voice remaining polite as he sat down, even though his inner self wanted nothing more than to strike out at this arrogant demon in front of him and rend him until he whimpered and cried for mercy. The half-demon forced these thought from his mind by sheer strength of will, doing his best not to glare murderously at Mr.Calavera as the teacher returned to the front of the class. The half-demon's tail lashed furiously however, easily betraying his emotions to the others.
