Matthieu paused, standing tall, with his hands behind his back. He weighed the seriousness in Adarius' tone and movements. Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he noted Amarie returning. He had other duties to attend to first.

"Excuse me, Monsieur," he whispered to Adarius, before turning to face the rest of the class. He thanked Amarie as she handed the spare clothing to Sessa. Then, noticing her aiming the ball at Ed, he spoke again, chuckling mildly to himself. "Amarie, I didn't intend for you to throw the ball at your partner, simply for your partner. This is merely a measure of speed and reflexes at this point. Carry on."

His gaze returned to Adarius, and he watched the manifestation of the boy's powers before him. Durant gently lifted the whistle from around his neck, bent down, and placed it a short distance away from him. Then, standing upright, he moved his dark hair out of his eyes.

"Know, Monsieur Necrosai, that there is nothing that you may prove to me that cannot be better achieved through simply doing well in my classes. However, I am aware of the sincerity in your request, and will treat it with the respect it deserves."

Matthieu raised his hand at his side, and moved it slowly from front to back. As he did so, any debris that lay scattered across the floor on their side of the room moved swiftly toward the wall behind him. He took several steps into the middle of the cleared space, and gestured for Adarius to do the same. Then he placed his hands behind his back, bowed slightly, and quietly cleared his throat.

"When you are ready, Monsieur, you may begin."