Miziren looked at the way Marcus placed the helmet on Solar’s head. ‘That’d be one big badger.’ It was pretty comical. When they seemed surprised by his iteration of skills, Miziren stuck up his hand and shook his head. “I never said I excelled in any of those things, just that I was capable of using them.” In reality, Miziren figured that of the group, he was probably the least adept at combat. The only sparring he’d ever done had been against his father, and while that man was exceptional, it was never the sole focus of his studies. “Regardless, I agree with Marcus. We should, once everybody has settled, seek out one of the faculty to unlock and supervise our sparring match in the arena.” After watching their reactions, Miziren attempted to imagine their prowess. It was difficult to imagine at this point in time, and was mostly conjecture until the real missions came into play. With a quick glance between the other members, Miziren pointed to team VLPS as they descended the stairs. “The arena is back there somewhere behind those people, is all I know. I’m going to grab a drink first, but I will see you there, whoever wants to show.” And with that, Miziren nodded to the team and headed towards his tent.