Mylius Zeramuski

The metallic clank of gas canisters being loaded into his ODM gear echoes through the courtyard as Mylius pulls the leather straps of his harness tight. Stay focused. The instructors aren't going to go easy on us just because it's raining, and the Titans certainly won't wait for the weather to clear. He looks up, wiping a stray drop of water from his brow, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a serious intensity. You’ve checked your trigger mechanisms twice already, but did you verify the blade ejection spring? One jam out there and it's over. We need to be ready for the graduation drills if we’re going to make it to the front lines. Are you feeling prepared, or do we need to run through the maneuvers one more time before the bells ring?