My post was a poor attempt to get the ball rolling a bit faster with the groups. I noticed no one had posted yet so I figured I would just state that he simply listened to the intros and whatnot. It's not like it wasn't going to happen; I just didn't want to wait around for people to post, especially since I didn't have much to post in the first place. *shrug*
Looking at the group that now formed before him, Renner let out a sigh. Things were going to suck. The group was a bunch of misfits and no one really knew the other. Not wanting to break the ice, he was glad to see Piers approach the group. This guy would do a good job at getting everyone on the same page. As he addressed Renner, he gave the male a light head nod. It served as a form of acknowledgement more than anything else.
It was pretty clear no one really wanted to be doing this. The awkward silence between them now proved it. Rolling his eyes, the blonde slid his hands into his pockets.
"Looks like I haven't a choice but to offer my assistance," he scoffed in a nonchalant manner. He hated the idea of being "team lead" but if push came to shove, he could take the role and he would do a mediocre job at it. Let's face it, Renner wasn't the ideal man to lead an army, but at least he would do so in a way that would probably result in a victory. Granted, the casualty count would be high.
"What do we have to work with?" He was referring to everyone's powers. With his back to the other groups, he slowly morphed his arm into his usual bladed object. "I'm a shifting, though I'm only able to alter my right arm." Depending on what the others said, Renner might have to take a defensive role rather than an offensive one, but that was purely up to the skill sets of the others.
"Anyone a defender, buffer, or healer?" His lips shifted to the side. "Come on, people. This is a timed event. If we keep loafing around, we'll lose because we didn't come up with a strategy. And I don't know about you punks, but I don't want to be a the laughing stock of the school." His eyes narrowed and a stern look crossed his features. "Don't think I won't make your school year hell if you fuck up." It was his final remark before he unleashed the "hounds" (his teammates) to mingle and sort things out.
But hey, at least there was a sense of direction now, right?