A quiet sigh slipped from Raziel's lips, adjusting the strap of his bookbag over his sore shoulders to minimize his discomfort.  It had been weeks since he'd taken more than a swiping slash from any of the wooden practice swords and easily two months since he'd taken such a direct and powerful blow much less two of them in the same day.  It seemed he was more out of sorts than he'd thought but nonetheless he still felt more at ease than he did throughout the remainder of the day's classes.  Despite that he was still in a fairly gruff mood for the wear on his body that such arduous training brings.  He turned the corner to see a crowd gathering in the commons area, the ruckus and cheering around it was clearly the type of bloodthirsty throng that only a fight could draw.  Nothing more than a few steps closer and he caught a glint out of the corner of his eye, turning to closer inspect the reflective object that had drawn his attention.  Raziel closed his eyes and tilted his head somewhat with a quiet growl knowing full well that today wasn't going to be his day.  A hand reached up and easily jerked the dagger free of the column then bringing it down to slip into his trouser belt.

As he came up to the crowd Raziel placed his hand on the shoulder of a student on the outside of the crowd attempting to get his fellow Sparsian's attention with comparative whispers of "What's going on here".  He tightened his grip immediately tugging him harshly out of the way with ease as he pushed his way to the center of the crowd and into the wide area of space that none of the other student body was willing to enter.  Raziel wasn't willing to give anyone such berth on any day much less such an aggravating one and he didn't intend to do any such thing.  He walked in between the two fighters, the one to his left wielding a dagger of the same make he held firmly in his belt.  

   The two opponents stopped momentarily as he came between them not even bothering to look at them, both standing silent for a moment before the lad with the dagger spoke up, "What kind of idiot are you?!  Wanna get yourself killed?"

   The man made the mistake of reaching for Raziel's shoulder, a menacing glare coming to Raziel's eye, "Don't even think about it.  I came here to get the books I always leave stashed behind this trash can." He turned his head vaguely in the direction of the small lidded receptory that was sitting next to a wide pillar just inside the makeshift fighting ring.

   "You can kill each other for all I care it's got nothing to do with me."  With those words and a noncommital wave of his hand he continued to walk towards the trashcan and the books he needed for the next class.  But of course it wasn't going to end so easily.
   
   "Ey, you prick!  Don't think you can just ignore me!" the man lunged forward, thrusting the dagger in his right hand towards Raziel's throat.  He made it two steps before Raziel spun around the back of his left fist impacting the side of the man's face stopping his blow short and causing him stumble forward a step his right arm curling in as Raziel spun the so the his side was facing the man.  From this position Raziel's left leg shot out in between his attacker's legs and slipped his right foot out from underneath him causing him to lose all semblance of balance.  As the man fell Raziel allowed his left fist to follow through so that it strikes the foolhardy student's elbow as his right hand came up and grasped his wrist, bending it around so that his arm stretched over to his opposite shoulder so that the blade was sticking out over it.  Raziel used his opponent's own momentum to spin him around as he slipped his left arm out from his elbow and brought it back to his side so that the fool's own arm now held him restrained.  Raziel's squeezed the man's wrist with crushing power causing him to relinquish his dagger.  He paused only for a moment before spinning the man around and locking his arm up behind his back, clinching it harshly and taking the man's footing out again as he lands on top of him with the arm still held in place.  Raziel stradles the man, leaning up to slip the dagger out from his belt, slamming it down into the ground next to the man's head just managing to get the dagger to stick into the hard floor.  The man's face showed the danger of his situation, realizing this man could easily kill him if he so chose.

   "This yours?" he said with more than a hint of mockery to his tone, and then paused before leaning down and speaking to the man face to face, "Hey, idiot.  I've fought armed opponents in every single one of my combat classes.  And I haven't lost since my fourth year here."

   Raziel released the man's arm flinging it to the ground beside the man as he stood and dusted his uniform off as he collects his bookbag and the books he'd came to collect as he continued on his way, completely ignoring the other student involved in the fight.  Most would consider his logic flawed but Raziel looked at fighting as nothing more than automatic, he didn't enjoy it nor did he seek it out, he just did it when it got rid of what annoyed him and even going around a crowd or avoiding a fight seemed like a waste of time when his books were no more than 6 steps in front of him.  He supposed it would be easier to keep the books in his room but that was all the way across the school and it was so much easier to just stash them somewhere along the way and he'd never had anyone take them.  After all, nobody was stupid enough to try and steal anything they knew belonged to Raziel Kael.