Thread: Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

It was becoming more and more evident that the three of them were finished in the classroom, especially as Mr. Weiss seemed to be impatiently waiting for them to move on out of the room. The feisty young man soon felt the force of a hand pushing him off as well. A few mutters were barely heard from him as he soon stepped out of the classroom while Abigail gave her own little crude jab at him. Stress? Fear? Alexander knew better than to think so lightly of this exam, or anything for that matter. It meant that he wasn't giving his best or full attention to the task at hand. Though he was pretty sure this was something that he would excel at. That was definitely his strongest area of expertise. So he simply scoffed back at her, looking at her with mock uncertainty. As if I would let something as petty as fear cloud my judgement, princess. We'll see how well you two fare. Came his venomous response. Speaking of Hannabelle, he glanced around and witnessed right away that the said woman was nowhere to be found. Damn, she was good. He didn't even hear her shift into a different form. Well, if there was a sound associated to it. Oh, was she not done? Glaring at the woman, he immediately gave a harsh No to her empty offer for help. As if. He could study on his own and manage. Though when she listened the topics she could help him with, Alexander grimaced just slightly, looking off to the side. Topics like that were his weaknesses. He couldn't deny the times in the past where Abigail rubbed his nose in her higher test scores. So in defense, he pointed at her. Like you're one to talk! You probably don't even know all the tracks of all the demons that are out there. What about the vital or most vulnerable weaknesses that a demon possess, not to mention what spells can and can't work on them. His voice came out in a defensive grunt. While she may have the tactical and spell-based knowledge down, demonology and survival were skills that he studied deeply on. It appealed to him most as a Berserker. In fact, Alexander had often went camping out in the wilderness with his father and uncle. Learning to live off of what they had around them was an important skill for a Berserker. And then Abigail stabbed at how he just charges in. That wicked smile of her's made his blood boil. All you ever do is plan from the sidelines. When are you actually going to get your hands dirty and do some actual work? Or are you too above everyone for that? While they were known to be very heated in their arguments, one could tell that the white-haired man added even more spite in those words. He would've continued if not for a sudden clap in the air. There was no one else in the hall besides them, which could only mean the invisible proctor. The door to Mr. Weiss's classroom was wide open, and he himself sat at his desk, looking at them sternly. With a stressed exhale through his nostrils, Alexander gave one final glare to Abigail before he leaned in close. I will make it into Accel, and I'm going to be a Vanguard. And you won't make me think otherwise. Not now, not ever. The edge in his voice was sharp, but for now he pulled back. The young man simply turned and headed back for his apartment. Things would need to be prepared, and in the event that their knowledge would be tested, he needed to make sure he knew all he could. Those books on his desk would definitely see some use tonight. Perhaps he'd even look up some information online. Alexander felt even further determined, if only for the sole reason to prove Abigail wrong. He would survive. Better, he would pass...