Villainous Instructor at the Academy

"Alright, maggots," I shouted, smacking the chalkboard like it owed me money. "Today we’re covering battlefield formations and why most of you would die horribly if left to your own devices."

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Groans echoed across the room.

Leo slumped over his desk. "Can’t we go back to dueling? At least then I get to be unconscious and not have to think."

"Tempting," I said, "but sadly, my job description includes turning you into functioning war assets instead of flammable liabilities."

Julien raised his hand. "Define ’functioning.’"

"Define ’assets,’" Wallace added, tightening a screw on some half-assembled contraption under his desk.

"I’ll define beating you with a chair if you keep interrupting."

"Sorry, Professor."

"Not sorry," Wallace muttered.

I ignored it.

I drew a circle on the board.