There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
“Class, this is Vandrad. He is going to be helping us today by teaching us some combat moves.”
The happy-go-lucky teacher was overly bright in her introduction, gesturing to the Prince of Bellum like he was some kind of savior. And perhaps that was exactly what he was meant to be – a few hour distraction for the rebellious brats so that this sunshiny woman could regain her sanity. He could only imagine what it was like having to labor some method of teaching these rug rats day in and day out. The fact that she could still put forth a smile and actually have meaning behind it meant she was either a fantastic actor or she truly believed in what she was doing.
Vandrad didn’t care either way. She could probably tell that he wasn’t looking forward to this, as he didn’t hold back his annoyance when meeting her in the front office. She had chattered away at him as she led him through the hallways towards the play area, listing off each student and their specific quirks. She tried to spin them positively, which was a laugh considering they sounded like outright mini-terrorists. Bullying their fellow classmates, verbally abusing teachers, using their magic in dangerous, even destructive ways. By the time they arrived, Vandrad had already realized that if he was going to make any headway with the brats, he was going to have to tip toe the roughness line down to the centimeter.
He set his tights on the nine students, who had made no motion to stand up or prepare themselves for his arrival. They were all lazing about the playground, seemingly far more interested in anything else but him and the teacher… save one. A boy, perhaps twelve years old, was staring right at the Prince with the confidence of a much larger man. What was the name Nessa had listed on the letter? That’s right – Tyler.
“This dwarf with the stupid hair is supposed to teach us how to fight? You sure he ain’t gonna teach us how to mine for diamonds?” The brat spoke up, already giggling to himself at his own joke. The rest followed in the laughter, easily amused at the behest of their supposed leader. Vandrad took note of that quietly.
“Now Tyler, it isn’t very nice to insult Mr. Vandrad. He came all the way here from Fairy Tail to help us out today. He is a true guild wizard!” The teacher explained, once again trying to spin the situation positively.
“Oh gee, when did he leave; last week? I bet it took him forever to get here with those stubby legs of his,” Tyler spoke up again, repeating the same insult/laughter combination he had before.
“Leave us,” Vandrad finally spoke up, not bothering to look at the teacher. No, his gaze was fixated on the jokester among his peers.
“Are you sure, Mr. Vandrad? It might be best if I stay, just to make sure they don’t continue to—”
“Believe me, woman – after today, they won’t cause you anymore trouble. I’m here to teach them; so let me teach.” His voice was stern but he made sure not to come across rude. And it seemed to work; she nodded and with one last look at the students, scurried back to the school to do whatever it was she could do.
Tyler watched her go before letting loose a snort. “Oh so the dwarf can talk all big and scary. Tough shit – I’m not scared of a pissant like you.”
Vandrad’s eyes narrowed slightly but a small smirk pulled on his lips. “Is that so? Then perhaps you’d like to be the first to step up and showcase just how mighty you are.” The Prince gestured to the area in front of him.
Tyler smirked back, the very image of confidence and snark. As he pushed himself off the jungle gym and landed on the ground, he shot nods and winks to his classmates, showing off for those that worshipped him. As he came to stand across from Vandrad, he took a moment to size the Prince up once more. “You sure about this, man? I’d hate to break you so early in the day.”
“Such confidence. You must really be strong then. In that case, I’ll give you one free punch – right here.” Vandrad pointed to his stomach. He even let his body relax, showing that he wasn’t on guard or prepared to be hit.
Tyler grinned. He rolled his arm once, continuing to play up the part of the tough kid, before he ran forward at the Fairy Tail wizard. And then with all the strength that an untrained twelve year old kid could muster, he let loose a punch right into Vandrad’s stomach. The hit connected flat… and stayed there. No depression of the Prince’s flesh, no sudden grunt from his mouth or falling over in agony.
In fact, Vandrad looked down at the fist still pressed against his abdomen. “Is that all? You sounded so much stronger a moment ago. How about another?”
Tyler’s eyebrow twitched in anger. He twisted and sent another punch into Vandrad’s stomach, finding himself in the same result. Furious at his lack of success, he tried to throw a third and final one. This time Vandrad moved out of the way, sending the boy stumbling forwards. The Fairy Tail wizard then stuck out his foot and tripped the unguard brat, causing him to fall flat on his face.
“I said two free hits. And that’s all it took for me to know just how pitifully weak you are,” the Prince admonished the child, casting a glance over his shoulder. “Yet in your overinflated confidence, you tried to take another shot; to take advantage of my generosity. You best understand this right now, whelp – there is always someone standing above you in terms of strength.”
He let that sink in for a moment before he turned back to the stunned faces of the other students. “You lot are known as the bad children. You stand above the others because you are stronger and you use that strength to keep them down. Normally this is an aspect I can respect but my problem with it and you all is that you abuse that strength. You let it inflate your egos, make you perceive the world as your oyster – your plaything. And you will quickly learn once you leave this school that the world is not nice to those that believe themselves infallible. And natural strength only goes so far until someone else comes along to show just how weak you are.” He paused as he scanned each of their faces. “Alternatively, you could use your strength to boost your classmates. Like soldiers, you all face the same routine together and the unit is only as strong as their weakest member. And weakness is unacceptable. You must stomp out the weak inside of them, showing them how to get stronger so that you all stand together. The choice is yours. Now then, boy,” he said, turning back to Tyler. “Get up. How about instead of running that mouth of yours, I show you how to properly defend yourself?”