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"Hm... This should be most fun indeed," Ary muttered from the top of her desk. It had been difficult to get the folder from the tech, but the look on his face was still priceless. Guess word HADN'T gotten around yet about her position as melee teacher.

Ah, well, that would soon change if she kept having to threaten techs to get information on her students. At least she had managed to get out a couple of swords, bows, arrows, throwing knives, and practice dummies out before Dritan arrived. Putting the folder away, the female glanced at the time then at the door in hopes that her student would walk through them at any moment.

By the gods, she absolutely HATED waiting.

"I'm Ary and welcome to... your melee class..." Ary said, trailing off a bit at the reaction she received from the many wings the boy had. Two of them seemed extremely protective of him while one went after something in his pocket and the last one just kind of rested on his head. She could tell that getting near him would be a hassle, seeing as they weren't going to let her near without some sort of fight.

"Well, seeing as I'd rather not decide what you learn as a physical combat so I'll let you pick. Name something, other than Tae Kwon Do or whatever and I will probably know it or enough to teach you something. There's Hand to Hand, archery, sword fighting, knife throwing of sorts... Kick boxing or wrestling might work as well," Ary paused and crossed her arms, looking him over and speculating for a moment.

"OR, we can do something completely different. I could teach you how to stealthily attack someone or do defensive tactics such as where the sweet spots are that could take down anyone within a matter of moments, both temporarily and permanently. Yet, I think you'd want to do something that those wings of yours could do so... I dunno. I could try and think of other things if there is nothing that appeals to you," she continued, frowning slightly. If he had been wrath with those wings, she was sure he would have gone directly for something insanely physical, as Litural had.

But those wings... They were a problem in upon themselves. Maybe she could give them some gum and glue their mouths shut. For some reason, that sounded highly amusing to her and she was almost tempted to do it. Almost.

Ary grinned and a couple of knives from her desk where all the other, far heavier weapons were located that she had gotten out. "Now, like I have told all my other students, these may be dull but they can still hurt if you try hard enough so I ask that you be careful." To demonstrate, the female shifted the knives to her left and and, using her right one, ran the blade of a random knife across her arm. The pale skin emerged free of injury and the knife returned to the other in her hand.

"Here's a knife specially made for stealth. Small, light, lethal when sharpened, and undetectable by most machines and such. It's used by mercenaries around the world, seeing as there are no metallic pieces in it. Shocking, but true. You hold it like so," Ary explained, holding up the knife and pointing out how to hold it.

"Before I work on distractions, generally once your opponent is distracted, you slip behind them so they can't use frontal assaults to fend you off. Then, slip the knife up and to their neck, aiming right for the jugular where the main artery is. Or, you can go for the sweet spot on their back that's left of the spine, fourth lumbar down. It's the abdominal aorta, which can cause your opponent to bleed to death in a matter of minutes," she continued, using her version of the knife to show Dritan exactly where to go for on the neck, yet didn't bother pointing out the one on the back. She'd have to either bend awkwardly, or get close and both sounded... painful.

"Got all that?" Ary asked, pausing to let all the information sink in. Of course, that wicked grin remained on her face. Ooh, how good it felt to actually do mercenary sort of things again. A thrill ride itself when a mission could be jeopardized from the slightest of mistakes.

"Good. Now, for distractions go for sensitive zones or areas that block one's view or prevents them from moving. Such zones would be the face, arms, and legs. Granted, wrapping around a leg would probably get you hurt," she said, mostly speaking to Dritan's wings.

"Seeing as you would like biting, go for the nose and ears. Eyes work too, but are smaller targets and harder to get at," Ary continued, pausing for a moment to examine the unique wings. They had teeth, good. "Ah, right, going after the throat can be suffocating, or bloody, depending on how hard you restrict it and if you draw blood. Shoulders are good too, contain a nice set of arteries." Basics, basics, basics. Now for the fun stuff.

"Alright, now we'll begin the actual stealth stuff. Try and take me down without allowing me to scream or make too much noise. Be a little easier with a third person, but hey, it works," Ary explained, setting down her knife and taking a few steps away. She'd make herself half aware to his presence, just so it wouldn't be too easy. Later she figured SHE would go after him and he would have to take her down before the imaginary alarms went off.

((Extremely sorry for the wait. D: ))

Ary tried hard not to make any sort of face at his comment about how his wings could bite through bone and similar objects. That might be bad if they got a hold of her and snapped a bone or, say, bit her arm off. Not only would it be painful and suck, but she would have to quit her job.

Like hell that would happen. Ary stood with her arms crossed across her chest, waiting. She had to dumb down her senses, relying on what most humans had and was considered "normal". Waiting, she heard a shuffling of movement behind her, the scent of adrenaline reaching her.

Almost as soon as she was about to turn and attack, she felt the one wing lash out and wrap around her arm. Surprised, she faltered slightly, allowing for Dritan's other wings to wrap around her and for him to strike if he chose to take full advantage of the slight pause.

((I fail. D: ))

Ary squeaked in surprise at how quickly his wings moved to restrain her, and the lick to her leg. Now THAT was entirely unexpected and insanely strange on too many levels. "Ach! Good reflexes you've got there. Quick too," she gasped, arms aching a little from the position they were forced into. True, there was the option of grabbing Dritan and throwing him off her, but that defeated the purpose. Besides, the class was about her teaching him, not hurting him because he wasn't an expert on stealth and such.

"Ok, I'm going to say we can try this again and-is your wing eating my clothes?" Ary asked, glancing down in hopes of seeing what exactly was going on and failing. "Anyways, release me and then we can try again. That was pretty good for a first time; thinking about taking up a job as a mercenary?" she asked jokingly, knowing that the kid probably wouldn't want to take up such a stressful and harsh job as that.

Ary nodded, rotating her arms a bit to stretch out the slightly stiff and sore muscles. “Ahh, art. That explains a bit, although art does come in many forms, from music to war. I myself prefer the artistic flow of swordplay as war requires far too much thinking and strategy. I assume you like the kind that involves paint,” she replied, talking as she set herself up for another “unsuspected” attack. However, this time she was far more aware to his presence in order to provide a bit more of a challenge.