Rangering!, Friday, Period Four [ 07/10 ].

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Finally! Friday! Fourth Period! Time for Rangering! Minsc was starting to feel like Friday would never come, although it would seem that not even teaching the same course again would inspire him to write a syllabus. It was summer! Syllabuses (syllabi?) were for losers and pansies, and rangers really had no need for a syllabus and, really, he rarely stuck to it anyway. Next week! he promised himself. Next week he would! Maybe.

Probably not.

But, for now, class! He had his students meet in the preserve, in a small clearing surrounded by trees, the same one from last semester's first class, with precisely the same agenda. You didn't tamper with a classic. He stood grinning at them eagerly, a hamster in one hand and his broad sword in the other.



"Good afternoon!" he greeted them, brusquely, brightly, in an accent that sounded fake-Scandinavian (?), fake-Russian (?), or...something. "Welcome to Rangering! I am your teacher, Minsc, and this is my giant miniature space hamster Boo! Hopefully, you are here because you are wanting to learn the ways of a ranger, such as myself! If not, then...stick around, and learn anyway! It never hurts to learn more about buttkicking! A ranger is a warrior of great buttkicking magnitude which specializations in weapons training and an accute sense of nature and animals! So we will be doing much of that!"

"Some of you knew that because you took this last session, and to you, I say, welcome back! May your ranger skills be honed and sharpened like the edge of a trustworthy sword! And the same for you new ones, too! A sharp sword is a good sword, even if you use it more to thwap than hack!"

"But, for today, let us get to know our fellow brethren and sisteren in buttkicking! I know some of you, but certainly not all of you, and all of you might no know each other! So let us introduce ourselves! I would like your name, where you are from, what weapons experience you have and also why you are interested in rangering, if you please!"

"I should direct you attention also to good Sir Arthur! We have the privilege of his assistance as a TA! And I will be scouting for a second to join this prestigious rank, so look sharp! Only the best for Minsc's TAs!"

"ENOUGH TALK!" The grin grew even wider and, with a sudden, great, powerful yell, Minsc drove his sword straight down into the ground with seemingly so much force that, suddenly, things dropped from the trees. They were practise dummies, hanging on strings, limply filled with straw and sawdust, with very evil looking faces drawn on them. You could tell they were evil, because they had great big, downward pointing menacing eyebrows and little evil-like beards.

"Because in rangering, the sword is often stronger than the word! I have, available for you right over there, a variety of weapons from my own personal aresenal. When we are done with introductions, pick up your favourite, and let's see what you've got. Have at these uncouth villians of badness, and show off your skills, so that I may have a better idea of what I am working with! And if you dispose of your enemy quickly, I will be very impressed, and there is more there that came from. Ah-ha! Let us now start! I am getting very excited to be smashing and slashing and fighting now!"



[[ OCD is on the way is buttkicking for goodness! ]]