As Rystan had been carried away by the Professor's sudden movement, a faint smile appeared on his lips. It was quickly replaced by a grimace as he hit the ground, but with all of his energy depleted, he didn't try to roll out of it. Letting his bodily control go, he simply slammed wetly into the ground and slid the remaining meter to a stop before picking himself up again. That's when it happened.
He knew it had been coming, but he hadn't expected it to be anything like this. If it weren't for his training against sonic noise jamming, particularly harmful auditory magic used on his home-planet, he'd likely would have been knocked right back down and forced into a fetal position. He knew he certainly wanted to do so though as he struggled to get to his knees, only to brace against the Professor's response to the student's all-out attack. The effects of the powerful shockwave were not lost on Rystan in his weakened state as he slowly struggled to his feet. Stumbling again, he dropped back to a knee as his attempt to stand was thwarted.
Just like that though, it was all over. Within the minute, the Professor had reprimanded each one of them, or moreover pointed out to them their flaws. Rystan held his head high, just as he always had done before as the Professor informed him of his own flaw, the tendency to rely on his magic too much. That was perhaps the only part he heard. He knew he had taken for granted many things in the battle, but they had been based off limitations the Professor had obviously set. Perhaps they hadn't been so much exploits as indeed true limitations. If he had to resort to exploiting weak spots, was he any better a fighter? He still had been beaten, but was being able to take advantage of an enemy's flaws and perceived weak points in battle so bad here?
He let this thought drift to the back of his head as he simply nodded and slid his two blades -both deactivated- but still present, into the small rifts in space opened by the two beacons hanging at his hips. The small wafers of Redemit technology were near infinitely useful and he noted this as he let the two blades be tucked away into hyperstorage. Walking slowly across the room, he cast a single look towards the teacher now at the back, sitting in what he perceived to be near-meditation if it wasn't already. It was, perhaps, the most awe-inspiring sight he'd seen. The raw power of the old ones back home never even came near to reaching what he had witnessed today. Even more so, he had his suspicions that he had indeed seen but a fraction of the teacher's power.
He now however wondered what the next class would be like, would this unorthodox means of teaching be reciprocated, or would it fall into something more like the traditional role of education Rystan had received. His face fell and he walked towards the exit to the room, waiting for the guides to lead him on.
