The gymnasium is just the same as it was before, down to the students packed inside of it. They're all designated off to different areas, separated by class. He catalogs the other students from under his hood. He can make out the girl that rides on glitter and her friend among the Heroe students. He catalogs the instructors next; Dorsil, the Shark Hero, heads the Heroe Class; and Countershot, the Perfect Shot Hero, heading the Support class.

     It's fitting. They're fitting.

     Boom and Duplicity stand, once more, at the front of the room; and Malikai figures they must supervise any kind of wide spread Anomaly use.

     "I'm sure some of you are very confused. In light of.....recent events, both staff and board members alike have made the decision to....move, so to speak, the curriculum. While you will still be held accountable for your regular studies, there is going to be a harder focus on combat readiness. I know that this is far from what you expected your first day to be like. We all do. But we have collectively decided that this is the correct course of action." Duplicitys voice carries easily across the gymnasium, and it's no secret to anyone as to what 'events' are being referenced.

     Malikai can feel the eyes on him for a moment.

     "This term has been redesigned. It won't be anythin' like what your parents or siblings might have gone through here. We know that you already know your limits. We've designed this term to break them. If that means breaking you too, than that's exactly what we'll do." It's Boom that speaks this time, his arms crossed against his chest. Malikai knows that he means every word. He also has a feeling that they know something else. This doesn't just feel like prepping them for Heroe work. It doesn't feel like that are just pushing them forward, expediting the process.

     It feels like something dangerous.

     "In order to understand how to break your limits, we need to know what your limits are. You are all here to get an understanding of how each other's Anomolys work, and how they don't. Where they start, and where they stop. It's a two-fold experience, if you will." Duplicity is speaking again, a wide smile splitting her face prettily. This entire thing had the potential to end in disaster, and the uneasy murmuring around him tells him that he isn't the only one that thinks so.

     They remain sectioned off from one another, each class pressed into corners as to avoid any.....unintentional injuries.

     The routine is simple:

     The students are called up one by one, designated by class, and are asked to explain the nature of their Anomaly and how it works. After, they are placed toe to toe Boom, Duplicity, or one of the homeroom teachers.

     Some of the students burn out quickly, reasons varying from cockiness to ill-matched Anomaly's. Some of the Support class do far better than Malikai would have anticipated, and some of the Heroe class do worse. Regardless, it's all unfairly matched. The teachers are smarter, faster, more adept in combat than most of the students are or could ever hope to be. Even the prodigies, children born of high ranking Heroes, go down quickly.

     They run through the students embarrassingly fast, and the Anti-Heroe class is no different.

     Malikai is called last, though he doubts it's for any kind of effect and more related to the lack of a last name in his class records.

     Stepping into the center of the gymnasium feels like stepping towards the gallows. Duplicity has been pre-chosen for him already, and really; she is the best option if they intend to understand his Anomaly without anyone being seriously hurt.

     The Clone Heroe wastes no time in making a copy of herself. It lunges at him, no pretense or words shared before hand. Just like last time, it's fast; blows near if not actually grazing him as he moves to avoid them. The near hits grate against his rapidly fraying nerves, and despite his outwards calm he's boiling on the inside.

     It's a near strike to his temple with the point of the clones toes that snaps his patience. Malikai twists his body over to avoid the hit, folding his body around like a halfed pretzel as he brings a hand up to pull one of his gloves off with his teeth. The clone goes to strike again once he's righted himself, a sharp left jab that he avoids. He grabs the clones wrist, pulls it closer, and jabs his free hand forward.

     Black arches up his fingers, wraps around his wrist, and his hand spears through the clone at center mass. This one doesn't dissolve away like the others. Instead, it's eaten; Malikai's Anomaly working far faster than the dissolving nature of the clone can. Thirty seconds pass, and there isn't anything left.

     Malikai breaths heavily, hood still obscuring his face (though how it managed to stay in place is a mystery) as he pulls his glove back on; black receding off his flesh. He looks up, if for a moment, and note's the shaken expression on Duplicity's face. He doesn't need to look around to know that the rest of the students mirror her, and they part like the red sea and he moves back to his space against the wall by the others in the Anti-Heroe program.

     The rest of the class seems to blur past him, the world unfocused and exhausting to look at. He knows that Boom is saying something, the teachers gathering together while the students bitch and complain; but Malikai can't focus on any of it. He's hype fixated on the tingling in his fingers and wrist, the tight feeling of his gloves against his skin.

     He's pulled from his points of focus when the sound of a bell rips through the air. Students start to file out immediately, wanting to be free of the humiliation the gymnasium has once again bestowed upon them.

     Malikai is no different, though his desire to be free of this room differs from the others.

     He pushes himself away from the wall, stepping forward barely a full foot before he can't anymore. A rush of panic comes over him, though it doesn't show, and he looks to the floor. He's rooted in place by what can only be described as cabling, thick and black and twisting around his ankles.

     There's a presence at his left side, just behind his shoulder; a shadow falling across his field of vision and the floor in front of him.

     "In case it wasn't clear enough, they called you an Anti-Hero; but what they meant was Villain. You're just too damn dangerous to be allowed around unsupervised." Kinkade hisses the words into his ear, his Anomaly keeping Malikai perfectly in place; the metal fibers non-organic and tightening around his finely boned feet.

     "I wouldn't get to close. You might touch me by mistake." Malikai speaks the words lowly, unthreatening; if anything about him could be considered that, and that familiar flash of anger followed by fear pulls it's way across the other's face. The bindings around him release, and he's sent one more snarling glare before he's left alone in his corner of the gymnasium.

     All things considered, he's only slightly surprised that he can feel air against his finger tips.