How To Not Get Your Ass Kicked.

Jecht popped his neck to the right, still waiting for another student to come down and prove their worth before he moved on with the lesson. "Come on...I aint got all day..." As he finished his sentence, he would inhale another drag from his cigarette, he was waiting for Lukas.

Jecht would nod over to Leah, as if he wanted her to come to him. Once she would arrive, he would whisper to her..."Take care of that kid...I don't need some one dying on the first day..." He didn't sound very worried, nor did he sound like he cared. That was his nature though.

Jecht knelt down to the boys level, viewing him eye to eye. "Take my class seriously...Then I'll take you seriously..." He rose back to his feet, his head turning back to the stands. he lazily called out to the rest of them. "Alright...Who hasn't gone up yet?" To the kids, this most likely seemed like Jecht was just bullying them. His intentions were far from that, he was trying to see each of their strengths and weaknesses, trying to learn his students as quickly as possible, this was the best way to do it.

Jecht replied smugly, a smirk coming across his face as he did so. "Then let me ruin that mood for you." His hands would remain in his pockets as he thrust his left leg outwards, throwing it obviously towards the student's midsection. His movements were unreal, happening in the blink of an eye.

Jecht brought his right foot back down to the ground, a sly smirk coming across his face as he closed his eyes..."So we got another hot-shot eh?" He popped his neck to the right, then to the left, if this kid wanted him to 'bring it' he was going to, and he was going to regret saying it. Jecht put both hands into his pockets, his eyes opening back up as he looked to the boy. "Kid...I could kill you with both hands tied behind my back and blindfolded...Don't act tough..."

"I punch harder than most...But it's not about strength or power..." Jecht smirked slyly at the boy, assuming his normal lazy stance. His left hand dug into his pocket while his right hand fell lazily to his side. "Fluid motion...Fluent like the water..." He would then simply throw a high kick with his right leg, throwing it towards his face, but stopping it nearly an inch before it would hit him..."Relax...You're too tense..." He would hold his foot there for a few moments.

"Smart move..." He replied slyly as he took off towards the student, his arms swaying behind him as he moved with blinding speed. He watched the boy closely, the shift in his stance, the movements of his waist, down to every last minor detail. He would wait for some sort of counter attack as he charged in, if nothing happened, he would make his attack; A limp throwing of his right arm towards his opponents cheek.

Jecht rose his brow at him, he wondered why this kid was so cheerful. It was kind of annoying to him since he was the more laid-back type, but he shrugged it off, not really caring one way or another. He would lazily speak in his deep voice. "Offensive, or defensive...Your pick..." He had to test everyone in the room, he needed to know where they were all at and what they could do...

Jecht calmly waited, his right hand fell at his side while his left hand dug into his pocket. He merely relaxed, waiting for a response from one of his students. "Five seconds left..." He uttered, letting the class know to make their decision quickly...

Salem hit th ground and quickly got up looking at Jecht as he pushed his nose into place and wiped the blood away. He didnt want to go sit down he didnt feel tired at all.. but there was always another day. Salem sat down near Lukas with out a scratch. like nothing to him. slthough his nose was broken Salem held it in place and let it heal.