Lesson One - Fourth Years

[Cobalt Smith]

Cobalt faded into view, walking through one of the solid walls that separated his office from his classroom, rolling his arm up and then out again in an attempt to work the muscles out again. His technique seemed to be getting more and more out of control. He really hoped that he never had to rely on it in battle because it would be just his luck that the technique would end or backfire just when he needed it the most.

Sighing a little bit he went to sit behind his desk to await the arrival of his class. The little bundels of energy would be here any minute now. Which was exactly why he reached into one of the desk drawers and pulled out a thermos of coffee. Nyos knew he would need it. He wasn't as young as he used to be after all and, by most counts, should be dead. He'd need the coffee for the energy.