Post by Axel Laughlen on Apr 1, 2018 23:12:01 GMT -6
One thing was for sure, Axel hated school. He’d passed with decent enough grades to graduate after four years, which was good enough for him. Thankfully grades didn’t contribute into the deciding factor of being a praetor, or the boy never would have been selected. The only classed he had excelled in were gym, and ancient Roman history. Anything else, forget about it, Axel didn’t remember a single thing. So, it might have seemed ironic for the praetor to be a teacher, but it would have looked bad on the legion had he not done something to contribute to the academy. When the boy wasn’t in the administrative office doing some paperwork for the Roman students, Axel was teaching a class in close combat fighting. For this class in particular, no one had seemed to show up, which didn’t really phase the demigod, as mostly mortals had signed up anyway. It didn’t sit right in Axel’s stomach to be teaching mortals how to fight with mythological weapons.
Axel was pacing around the dirt field, black daggers strapped to his side, sword trailing in the dust, and armor clanking as he walked. The tall demigod didn’t typically practice alone, much preferring a skilled sparring partner to match his skill-level, but surely today wasn’t going to be the day for that. Instead, Axel pulled out one of the dummies and lunged at it. Before long, he had battered the thing up, wasting one of the academies resources on his boredom. Dropping the sword back down to his side, a defeated look on his face, he saw someone approaching the field in the distance. Could it be, one of his students actually showing up? He couldn’t tell, unable to recognize the figure, as there were many people at the academy Axel didn’t know. More people knew him than he knew of others. The teacher raised his voice as the figure got closer and his excitement grew. Anyone would do, as they would give something for Axel to do instead of wasting his time when he could be elsewhere. “Yo, are you here for my class?” he said casually, not wanted to scare them off with enthusiasm.
Axel was pacing around the dirt field, black daggers strapped to his side, sword trailing in the dust, and armor clanking as he walked. The tall demigod didn’t typically practice alone, much preferring a skilled sparring partner to match his skill-level, but surely today wasn’t going to be the day for that. Instead, Axel pulled out one of the dummies and lunged at it. Before long, he had battered the thing up, wasting one of the academies resources on his boredom. Dropping the sword back down to his side, a defeated look on his face, he saw someone approaching the field in the distance. Could it be, one of his students actually showing up? He couldn’t tell, unable to recognize the figure, as there were many people at the academy Axel didn’t know. More people knew him than he knew of others. The teacher raised his voice as the figure got closer and his excitement grew. Anyone would do, as they would give something for Axel to do instead of wasting his time when he could be elsewhere. “Yo, are you here for my class?” he said casually, not wanted to scare them off with enthusiasm.
