Henchmen class. A class that requires discipline, respect, confidence, attitude, intelligence, and what not. A class where future villains will learn wits and tricks to get what they need or want. A class where they will learn loyalty and hardships. A class in which they will learn what power is and by what means to achieve it.

Who would be better fit for this job if not a giant terrifying dog, but in all truth dog is the most docile word you could use for a hound such as Castor's size.

Despite sharing a body with his twin brother, every single time, Castor won the fight over their shared body. Castor would get to parade in his full form of strength while Pollux, the brother in question, would have to use temporary bodies such as carcasses of other smaller animals that barely held the weight of his head.

"ALRIGHT YOU PIPSQUICKS! TODAY YOU'RE EITHER MOVING YOUR LAZY BOTTOMS OR YOU'RE CLEANING EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF THE SCHOOL! I WANT YOU ALL TO PUT YOUR MIND IN TODAY'S LESSON!" Castor barked aloud as he entered the classroom.

More often than not Castor had a temper. Sure he was big and scary but he didn't always yell and raise his volume despite his irritation. While it was true that due to his size he would be perceived as louder than most, that doesn't mean you couldn't tell between his normal volume and outright yelling.

It simply appears that today the Professor was especially in a bad mood and the students either had to comply or risk having yet another session of being shamed by their teacher for their incompetence and lack of 'proper' talent.

"TODAY YOU'LL BE IN THE SHOES OF A HENCHMEN! MAKE PAIRS OF TWOS AND ONE BY ONE EACH OF YOU WILL GO AGAINST ANOTHER PAIR! ONE TIME YOUR TEAMMATE WILL BE YOUR HENCHMEN AND THEY WILL HAVE TO HELP YOU WHILE YOU ORDER THEM AROUND, AND THEN YOU WILL BE THE HENCHMEN AND YOUR TEAMMATE THE LEADER! EVERYBODY IS GOING TO FIGHT AT LEAST ONCE AND IF I SEE YOU TRYING TO FIND EXCUSE TO NOT DO TODAY'S EXERCISE I AM DRAGGING YOU TO THE DOOM ROOM MYSELF!"