It was your average school day at Beacon. Most students were sitting in classes at the time, and a few were enjoying a free period, but two groups were having a slightly more interesting experience. Whether intentionally or due to some scheduling error, a group of first years and second years both wound up with a class in the arena at the same time. A sparring class.
Thus far, it had been a pretty clear victory streak for the second years. The teachers were pleased with it - clearly, their time at Beacon had paid off. Rufus Chocla had been cheering for his fellow classmates as they had fought, waiting excitedly for his own chance to fight. It had been a while since the last time he got the chance to brawl, and was hoping for his opponent to give him a good fight. Even if they were just a first year.
The one-and-a-half meter tall fighter sauntered out as his name was called, taking Flow off of his back and swinging it around a bit to get a feel for his weapon in his hands. He didn't exactly plan to use it much for this fight, and actually went ahead and stabbed the tip of the spear into the ground. If he'd need it, he'd grab it.
He looked over to see that his opponent was a girl, carrying rather formidable looking gear. Rufus, on the other hand, wasn't visibly armed beyond his studded gauntlets.
"Good look in the fight, lass, but I ain't gonna go easy, and don't worry - I don't bite, ain't no ass, but I won't be sorry." He said as he took a fighting stance with his fists raised up. He intended to let his opponent strike first.