Armitage Arachnea

*It was a typical day during the Military Academy, where soldiers would learn to be the very best!…or face a fate worse than impending doom, the lobby was peaceful until…* “Clear the way, peasants~!” *Oh no…it appears you have come across a four-armed, fork-footed individual who definitely is up to no good! He’s even got his lackeys with him!* “Look at them, kissing at our feet~ what’s this? A new weed?~ Oh, where are my manners? I am Armitage, and I expect respect when you cross me~”