[center][b]Tori[/b] - [u]Outside[/u] - [/center]

Seeing her attack wasn't very effective- thanks to [i]another[/i] angel who saved her tar-... Wait, her target was the archer, not the angel. Tori grimaced, her weapon had been pointed at the flying angel until now, when she realized at it wouldn't be a good idea to shot them. Not now, at least. She practically tossed the cannon up- it twisted, transforming into an orb before stretching- dropping onto her hand in the form of an average broadsword. She began to sprint towards Ryuu- who was being attacked by both the Swordsman and the Archer, how unfair. It was not like she [i]wanted[/i] to save him, though she did [i]owe[/i] him something like that- it'd be better to pay off now before it was too late. 

The dark angel made her way directly to Reggie, trying to move towards his back- whenever he saw her or not; she'd close in carelessly, gripping the blade with both hands before lunging it at him. If one cared enough to notice, Tori's forehead was covered in sweat- and her breathing itself was a bit heavier than what would be considered normal. This was the effect of so consistently using her Grace to take the forms of different weapons. If she kept changing it's forms, she'd probably hit exhaustion- but at least, she'd make herself as useful as possible before such thing happened.

[center][b]Bael[/b] - [u]Garden[/u] - [/center]

No terror yet, at all. Bael wasn't sure of how to deal with this- the... emotions were interesting, he wanted to presence them. Even if there was absolutely no screams of terror, but they were fighting! They were brave. And yet, Bael couldn't presence them. The demon groaned, both of his hands closed into fists. He felt... so terribly useless. Demons and students fighting, and he couldn't take either side- if demons saw him fighting demons, he'd be in trouble. If the students saw him joining the demons, he'd be in trouble. It was... such a damned difficult choice- and between the choice, there was the option of standing still, unseen- hoping no one would see him, no one would come screaming his way asking for help- if that happened, it'd be his end. Not... literally, but mentally. Choices were quite the trouble.