Reginald was salty.
He had been salty for months now, but he had recntly found out that his own father had apparently hired a group of students for some mission and hadn't even told him. No message on his scroll, no notice from Silica, nothing. This made this particular human skidmark upset, to the point where he had avoided Silica and her training regime for a week now. She had insisted on practicing his close-range capabilities all this time - something he truly detested.
He preferred fighting from a distance. Destroying his opponents before they ever had the chance to come close to him. Solace was a wonderful weapon for this - and flashy to boot. He carried it with pride as he entered the shooting range, along with a puch full of ammo, ready to show off his ability to the other students in an environment most fit- Aaaand it was almost completely empty. Great.
There was a single other person, a girl he found to be a bit plain. She was short, insignificant, tomboyish and... Somewhat familiar? Reginald briefly squinted at her, trying to figure out where he had seen her before, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Letting out a dissatisfied 'Hmph', the pompous cock strides over to one of the shooting lanes. He took off his pouch and began the process of loading each individual round into his rifle. As he did so, he watched the girl shoot. Psh. Sure, it's impressive for a beginner, like most first years. Nothing to write home about, he thought.
What a tosser.