swords and metals

Iris walked into class and flopped down on the seat yawning. She had barely got any sleep last night and felt extremely cranky. She was planning on bunking today's lessons and staying in, but wasn't interested in getting into any more trouble. She laid her head against the desk, not caring who walked in.

Twirling her dagger into the classroom, Tshering laughed, an odd sound released from her lips. She had missed the sight of the thing, and as unbelievable as that sounded she had actually become out of practice with her weapon. She looked up, and flopped down on the seat next to the only other occupant in the room. "Hey, Gray," she replied, "you doing well?"

"SPEAR AHEAD!" He cried and launched one straight threw the blackboard at the front of the desk. His vampire strength was enough to ensure it sunk deep enough into the wall to hold in it's place.

"Spears and staves. My favourites back in the 1500's. Anyone tell me a few advantages of using such a weapon?" He asked as he jumped onto his desk and lightly sat down with his legs crossed.

Tshering raised an eyebrow slightly when the Professor walked in, literally screaming for them to dodge. Promptly, Tshering swung her body so it was way out of reach of the spear. Her eyes widened; the aim and the execution was beautiful. Had it been some other time or place, Tshering would have cried her eyes out.

"A spear," the Ravenclaw began, adjusting herself so she looked more presentable, "the advantage is that it is accurate over middle distances, long if you're good with it, I suppose."