It was a new day. Much like every day ever, really. It was cold, or at least cool, windy, and cloudless. Still somewhat early in the morning, three students were walking towards an unused practice arena, taking one of the myriad corridors that would allow them to arrive at their destination without stepping foot outside. As one may expect, they were equipped to practice.
One of these students towered above the other two - and, in fact, aboe pretty much every other student the triad came across. Uloe slung on his back and his hands joined behind his head, the mastodon called Brock Greenwood walked at an exceedingly leisurely pace, in this case less because he was relaxing and more due making sure to keep matching the speed of his teammates.
The trio walked into the large room, spotted a free spot where nobody was in the process of causing property damage and headed there. When they arrived, Brock slowly lowered himself onto the floor and waited for his teammates to speak. He wasn't exactly the smartest or most talkative and was well aware of these facts.