Drow deserted hallway.

She was lying on the ground just after falling again when suddenly the ceiling started to come down. Liam heard a noice and looked towards the ceiling hoping it was not the creepy person again. A whole lot of rubble started to come down as she could only give a quick gasp most of it didn't hit her. A lot of metal landed on her leg leaving her stuck under it. It hurted a lot as she could not move her leg anymore, She tried to turn her leg but it only started to hurt more and more. The smell of gasoline came from the generator that was also under the rubble it appeard it started to leak. Liam started to panic as she was searhing for something to lift the metal. A metal bar was lying on the floor but she couldn't reach it she would probably not even be able to lift the whole thing herself. The more she moved her body the more pain she got. She just gave up after that and just layed down on the floor as she muttered "Help" and started to let tears flow down her eyes from the pain.

Liam like the ceiling can't hold us

People were talking about battle plans and stuff but Liam only wanted to see blood being spilled. In the hook of her eyes she saw some people walking out of the auditorium, She couldn't wait any longer and wanted to leave already as suddenly the ceiling came down. Her eyes widened as she looked up, She covered her head for the impact and looked down to the ground as something hit her back. Something sharp made a large cut in her back, A puddle of blood was lying on the ground. She looked at it 'Thats a lot of blood' She saw little feather standing next to her but didn't say anything to her trying to not making her worrie Liam walked towards the exit of the auditorium. 'I doesn't matter right, I'm already dead right' She stood still at the exit looking back for a split second and walked away as she left a trail of blood behind. "Yea i'm already dead" She moved the hood from her hoodie over her head again and walked outside of the building and started to form a creepy smile on her face. A man with a bow was fighting the guy she had invited to her movie night. She was not really sure who she should try to fight the guy looking like a demon or the one that started to scream weird at the demon. She started to run towards the demon as she moved her body lower to the ground making her hood get off her head leaving 2 long black twin tails wave in the air. She started to slide over the ground as she kicked both of his feet making him trip over, A explosion occured in the background finishing it with a rainbow through the sky.

Mystery Guest

As the dark angels weapon powered up a white flash zipped in front of the archer, colliding with the clueless angel beside him half a second before the explosive connected with the water fountain. The small angel would have found herself enveloped in a glowing white feathered cocoon for a moment, until the wings shifted unfurling and flaring behind their owner as the young woman stood up, she had white boots with small wings protruding from the sides of them . Long moonlit silver hair danced on the breeze as she spun to see the extent of the damage done to the archer, the woman stood in light armor a helmet shielding the top half of her face from view. She reached up to her face, running her fingers along the edge of a metallic silver mask that covered her eyes, it had three wing like spikes on each side of it and it rested just over her nose, the guard had been pulled down to obscure the top half of her face.. . She looked back down at the girl by her feet, offering a smile as her wings folded behind her. “Bad place to stand honey, these guys do not seem the type to play fair” The woman said her voice light and oddly charming.

She turned her attention back to the battle noting that one of the men fighting with a sword was bleeding, she frowned as she looked over the people here...she could just about tell who was who. She crouched before leaping up into the air her wings snapping open, beating steadily to keep her elevated she opened her hand a small sphere of white light appearing in her palm it quickly shifted to the shape of a bow, a similar sphere lit up in her left hand shifting to the shape of an arrow she knocked the arrow loosely carefully position her arm as she took aim at the swordsmen charging towards the wounded man, taking a deep breath she loosed the arrow aiming for his lower body as he ran forward another arrow appearing a moment later between her fingers she rapidly loosed that one aiming a little ahead of his movements trying to make his life harder as she fired three more arrows at him.

when Crash entered and said there was an emergency meeting, Oona was confused, she was more confused when Kathy angrily ran after him.
she followed after Eric and Zivon as they headed to the auditorium, she was quiet, stuck in her thoughts, that's how she got left behind.
When she looked up she was at the entrance to the cafeteria but her friend were no where to be seen.
"Zivon! Dani!" nothing, then there was a pulse that went straight through her, she dropped to her knees and the lights went out, blinking away a pain that blossomed in her chest, it faded away a few seconds after and she looked around, many other people appeared to be affected as well.
"Zivon!" Oona called again, but there was so much panic there was no way he would hear her, no matter where he was.
then she saw crash step up in front of the whole room and start talking.
she pushed her way through the crowd towards Crash, at least she recognized him.
she didn't make it to him before he stepped down and the crowd began to shift, making it harder to move. she didn't know if her power counted as passive but she thought now she wanted to fight.
then the roof collapsed, Oona threw her hands up over her head and a piece of rubble knocked her over, she stayed still till it appeared that pieces stopped falling, she sat up quickly and looked around, she saw Zivon, for just a second, he appeared to be laughing, she quickly scrambled to her feet and ran to his side, keeping low. she made it to his side, he had a yellow hand-print on his shoulder and appeared to be giggling. a girl had also came over to him, and was asking what hurt.
"Zivon? are you alright?" Oona asked, trying not to get in the girl's way.

Zivon

As he was laughing as things went by quickly, he barely recognized lots of things, he was in a way too hapy to remember things. “Zivon, can you recognize me? Tell me where it hurts." A girl walked up to him and put her hands on his cheeks, making them look at her, she looked like Kathy or was she... He didn'tknow. "May-be~ I don"t know! Probably! No where hurts! He gave out a loud laugh as he scratched his head. "Things are to fun! Look more rocks!" He pointed at a pile of debri and continue to laugh like an idiot. Then a girl came by and asked if he was okay, Oona was it? H e gave her a weird but happy smile. "Maybe~...Huh? Where Dani!? He must have gone bye bye!!" Zivon waved his arms around and giggled a bit more. Then he stretched his arms and gave a tired smile...

"I... Am sleepy..." He yawned out before going to sleep, maybe better like that to sleep then to act like a drunk idiot?

Seven

The impossible happen... He had fallen asleep, as he watched the girl with a gun and some guy with shades well he gave out a yawn and laid down on the floor. Luckily he hans't been found and sleeping at the shadows was a good idea but...how is it possible for a guy like him to sleep through all of that? Seven defiantly was on weird bakeneko.

Crash

Crash heard the distant scuffles of combat as he surveyed the auditorium, he lifted a hand to his head as purple smoke drifted off of his shoulders. They’re already fighting...I feel like I should stay here...we can’t all be out there, who will protect these guys? He moved over to the debris, with a frustrated growl he pulled debris away from a pair of whimpering students holding it just long enough to let them escape. They’d barely got clear of the rubble before Crash dropped it involuntarily shifting into a red bobcat as he stumbled sideways he shifted again this time into a large rusty bay horse, stumbling backwards across the rubble he tripped his way to flat ground pulling up next to Little Feather just in time to shift back wobbling a little at the loss of four limbs.

“I could do with some green stuff” He murmured to her bending double, sweat trickling down in his face but the color was returning to his cheeks, he could hear the clashes of battle filter in through the holes in the auditorium. “I should help them” He told her, sighing in relief as Little Feather pressed her palm to his forehead, the pleasant buzz of energy passed through him as he stood back rolling his shoulders a grin spreading across his face, he seemed to be calming down slowly he moved over to Lion, helping the big cat shuffle some more debris. He had decided to stay here for now...from what he could tell, Criston and him were the only ones with a multitude of offensive powers in here.

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Little Feather

Little Feather had just finished healing another student, wiping at her brow as she pulled her hands away...she needed to pace herself, she heard a low hiss from the corner knowing Panther was fading away she moved over to the barrier where a large number of students were resting. She took over the barrier as Panther bowed his head and faded away, she waved at the white haired boy that had returned to the auditorium. “Bring the wounded over here!” She called noticing Kathy appear not far from her, she looked up at her as she asked her to heal Crash? Little Feather nodded at Kathy noting the pleading eyes. “Of course, sorry I should have healed him earlier!” Little Feather apologized, looking a little guilty she reached out and touched Kathy’s arm. “You’re helping just the right amount, kepe doing what you’re doing...there’s a barrier over here for the injured students, once they’re together I can heal most of them in one shot. Anything more severe than a few cuts and bruises give me a call” Little Feather encouraged Kathy, giving her a reassuring smile that threatened to open the wound on the young girls cheek before she turned her attention to the unconscious students signalling Lion the large cat cantered towards her instantly getting to work moving the unconscious students as Little Feather moved over to her barrier, placing a hand on it she strengthen it a second time, wiping at her forehead she was draining a lot of energy...she jumped as Crash clattered loudly to a halt next to her, blinking as he shifted back into a human in front of her.

She frowned at his ill appearance, unsure what was going on with him she hastily lifted her hand to his forehead hovering her green palm just in front of his head, allowing the green life force to pass into the cut on his forehead healing any of his internal and external injuries as well as offering him a boost to his energy reserves. She thought he looked a little better now at least...As he moved away from her, she turned and ran lightly over to Criston carefully prancing over rubble aware she was barefooted...”How’s it going over here?” She asked as she pulled up next to him and another boy, she shifted her gaze to Leroy recognizing him as ‘Ink Boy’ She smiled at him rather glad he was alive, of course that was when she saw the blood staining his t-shirt. “!!” Her reaction was to gasp loudly looking at him with questioning eyes, how was he not in agony?! “Oh my, let me heal that for you” She offered moving closer to Leroy trying to study his arm to decipher the extent of his injury.

Pace O. Shazt was distracted by a girl that suddenly popped up above him. And the girl that had been talking to him just a few moments ago. He wondered just how he should react to the two.

So he screamed like a girl as he began to launch arrows to the skies. This tactic always worked, whether it even failed or not.

Reggie rolled his eyes, groaning at the swarm of arrows heading to the heavens... and falling to the earth. The swordsman was now forced to predict where the arrows would land, as well as deflecting a newcomer's arrows. Unbeknownst to both Pace and the angel above him, however, was this entire situation gave him an advantage now. If he just used the landing spots the arrows would land in, and dodge the holy arrows, then there would be a chance to strike this student down with a blunt attack. Dealing with the sunglasses-wearing student just by using the sword was nearly impossible, much to his surprise.

"Pace! Stop shooting at the air and-"

The water fountain kind of blew up thanks to a certain gun.

"WTF- PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!"

But much to his perplexed surprise, Pace O. Shazt came out of the explosion, as if he were a 1990's action movie hero. He had no idea as to who these people were, and it would be problematic to have a bunch of students preventing his mission's success. After all, he had no idea as to how this academy worked, what its students all looked like, and what abilities they had in the first place.

After avoiding the explosion, the archer tumbled on the ground, stopping himself with a firm foot.

"Indian time," he said before babbling out like an idiot, "OH BWABWBABWABWBAWBABWABWABWA-"

He pointed his bow at Ryuu, the closest person he was near to, and fired an arrow.

The arrow directly connected to the otaku's wound.

"!!!!!"

Ryuu stumbled, preventing himself from falling with his plasma sword. He then created a temporary blade out of his hand, blocking another vertical strike from Reggie. Thankfully enough, some of the arrows from that one person(?) behind him forced the purple-haired man to back off.

Dear mom, Ryuu sarcastically thought to himself, Today is my second day at school.

I nearly got chopped in half.

I hate you. Sincerely, your dying son who's attending high school.

The otaku deflected several more blows, though he felt Reggie's blade scratch his hip. He found a good moment to kick away Reggie to separate their distance. Reggie had apparently earned some cuts from some of the arrows, though none of them actually hit him directly.

Reggie grinned at Ryuu. Ryuu sneered at Reggie.

There were more students swarming over to them. Dealing with this student before moving onto the other one sounded like a good idea to the demon swordsman. After all, they were told that their goal was to not exactly kill, though what that particular statement meant was debatable.

With that in mind, Reggie charged toward Ryuu to strike him again, though he did so with extreme caution, constantly eyeing the archer from the heavens. Pace, on the other hand, made sure that no one was around him before firing another arrow at Ryuu.

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Cain stared blankly at Dani. He was alone, and so was this... student.

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Cain's hands were suddenly engulfed in fire. His eyes narrowing at the spectre, he began walking to the student. Then he paced a little faster. And faster. And soon, he was running, charging what could be a devastating attack. After all, he was a mage. Mages from Hell, however, were specialists when it came to utilizing hellfire. They had unparalleled knowledge on the demonic flames, which served as a powerful tool against Hell's enemies. In some ways, they were stronger than both swordsmen and archers combined.

He began to head straight toward Dani. Soon enough, he began to launch orbs of hellfire toward the ghost. Whether it would actually hit the ghost or not, the constant fire spells would eventually burn down this portion of the main building. Cain, however, knew that meeting with his squad was a higher priority than dealing with targets all by himself. Still, he wanted to see how far he could go to attacking this student before being forced to meet up with his allies.

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White, pale eyes, invisible to the eyes of everyone, observed the battle...

Dani - Dani vs. Evil Demon Maniac Wizard
Dani couldn't move as the fire came closer, he was too scared. However, he never became corporeal after running through walls, so it harmlessly went through him and started burning the wall behind him.
Dani looked back at Cain, frowned, then turned and ran. That is, until he saw a classroom full of chairs. He had a plan.
He dove sideways into it and possessed one of the chairs. As soon as that burny devil thing came in, he would jump him and kick him with his many legs.
If he had a heart, it would have been pumping really fast.

– Kathy

With Little Feather’s reassuring words, Kathy nodded in understanding but wasn’t entirely convinced. ‘But… At least I’m doing something.’ She thought, trying to keep her own morale boosted despite her inner turmoil. “Thank you.”

Upon inspecting Zivon, she could only frown in confusion. She didn’t see any serious wounds on him, but he was clearly not in his normal state of mind. ‘A concussion probably?’ Hearing Zivon mention Dani, she briefly looked around for the purple-haired boy but couldn’t find him. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but hopefully it meant Dani was out of danger. At the same time, she decided to take a moment to see if she could tell how Crash was doing. He was with Lion and seemed to be doing a lot better than before. “… Thank goodness.” She frowned a little at her own tone, it had been a little flat for her liking. She was relieved but… At the same time, Kathy couldn’t help but wish she could’ve been the one to help him.

Feeling a little guilty for getting distracted, she turned her attention back to Zivon. Remembering Little Feather’s words, she was about to help Zivon over to the area with the barrier when she noticed him yawning. “Zivon? Zivon?! No no no, please don’t do that, you can’t-” He was barely even awake and was on the verge of going unconscious. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. ‘Why..? Why in the world would these people choose to fall unconscious in front of someone with almost zero upper-arm strength?’ Hoping that Zivon would be a little more responsive than the girl back at the library, Kathy gently patted his cheek a few times. “Zivon, you can sleep after we get to a safer area. Please wake up?” Unsure if he was going to be lucid enough to listen to her, she turned to Oona and said, “If he falls asleep like this, please help me carry him over to there.” She pointed to the barrier Little Feather had set up. “Take his feet, and I’ll support his upper body.”

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– Leroy

While waiting for the guy (Criston) to give him further directions, he was approached by the strangely-dressed girl from before (Little Feather). Guessing her question was either rhetorical or meant for the other guy, Leroy didn’t answer how things were. After all, he barely even knew himself what exactly was going on. He knew in a sense what was happening, but the more important one was what he was supposed to do and that was the one thing he was still completely lost on.

Meeting the girl’s (Little Feather) questioning eyes when she saw his bloodied top, he raised a brow as if asking ’What?’ in return. Then hearing her make an offer to heal him, Leroy shifted his position a little to let her get a better view of his arm. He seemed to have no idea how disturbing it probably looked to see a bloody arm dangling uselessly without the usual and natural rigidity found in properly attached limbs. “Sure, if you’d like.” He told her, seeming a little distracted.

Leroy was now busy taking in the sights in front of him. This was the sort of scenery he could only get from looking at photographs in the newspaper or googling on the internet. A small smile found its way onto his face as he realized whatever he missed at the party probably couldn’t compare to the unique experience he was getting at that moment. Despite what some people from his past probably believed, he didn’t exactly have a fondness for morbid things. However, any inspiration was good inspiration for him, and the more unique it was the better.

Zivon

“Zivon? Zivon?! No no no, please don’t do that, you can’t-” He heard the girl said, he just yawned and rubbed his eyes. The girl patted his cheeks he grumbled at first but gave of a light hearted laugh. "That tictkles!" Giving out another yawn he looked at his fingers..."one...two...four no wait five!" Defiently oit of jis regular mind. times. “Zivon, you can sleep after we get to a safer area. Please wake up?” The firl had a worried look on her, he gave a lazy nodded and patted her head. "Okay! But I am..." He gabe out another yawn as he tunbed his eyes. He could barely keep his eyes shut open. "Sleepy..." After he said that he dropped on the floor, sleeping like a knockout child.

Tori - Outside -

Seeing her attack wasn't very effective- thanks to another 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 wanted to save him, though she did owe 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.

Bael - Garden -

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.

Cain blinked when the student suddenly moved into a classroom. What good did a classroom do? The man personally did not want to do this, but he was going to have to use the room as a furnace. Gathering up more of his hellfire magic, Cain prepared to spew out fire into the room, his movements becoming noticeably slower. He quickly walked over to the classroom's entrance. The man felt a little tense, for the longer he had to use his magic, the more things he had to burn down. It was simply a trait that hellfire had. Hellfire never truly died.

Still, he did not like the idea of Thane punishing the three soldiers should they fail. It was highly likely that the ninja would. He had a fearsome reputation for hardening the souls of weak demons into powerful fighters capable of wrecking havoc if no one was there to stop them.

The man made a sharp turn when he arrived in front of the classroom, preparing to fire out two funnels of fire into the room. And he would if nothing stopped him. He was doing his job as a mage, after all.

Dani - Night of the Living Chairs
"Yaahhhhh!" Dani yelled, tackling the demon just as it round the corner.
"Take that and that and thatandthatandthatandthat!!!" he yelled, kicking him with his four legs. Hopefully the demon wouldn't set him on fire, because that wouldn't be the nicest feeling on earth. Of course, if it did set him on fire, he would only feel the pain until he left the chair. In which case he could just move into a different chair. There were plenty of chairs in the room, at least 60.

The mage did not expect a barrage of chair leg attacks when he rounded the corner.

He backed away, and again, all because of a chair constantly attacking his body. The fire remained in his hands, for he was still taken by surprise from the random chair attack. It actually hurt due to the fact that the chair relentless struck him while his defensive stance was not up. He felt his leg hurt, his arm, as well as his chest.

Cain decided to free himself of the relentless attack. After taking a moment of pushing himself away from the chair, he backed off before unleashing two funnels of hellfire at the fascinatingly effective chair. Not only did the hellfire go through the chair, however, but it also entered the room. Some of the chairs had caught on fire inside the classroom. Cain wondered if more training would allow him to cast hellfire like Thane, who practically used it like either a machine gun or a laser-firing robot.

He wondered if the chairs would stop attacking. After all, the entrance of the classroom was sort of set on fire now. If there were no "hostile musical chairs" attempting to attack him, then he would immediately depart to meet up with his allies.

Dani - Flaming Chair of DOOM
"Ahhh!" Dani screamed as he was set on fire. He ejected himself from the burning chair and launched himself into another chair. Except that chair was also on fire.
"Ouch!" he yelped, and shot to another chair, which thankfully wasn't on fire. He ran at the demon, except there was a lot of burning chairs in his way, and he got set on fire. Again.
He ejected again, but this time didn't land in a chair. He was wide open. He looked around, then ran at the chalk board at the front, and jumped into the eraser.
Operation: Eraser in the face! Dani thought, and flew at Cain.

Criston - Auditorium

“Hey,” At the sound of a voice, Criston turned to the boy he'd freed just a moment ago. “Is there a place we can evacuate to or something? Not fit for anything else, but I can let people know where they should go.” The boy asked. Criston blinked for a moment, trying to think. With a sad smile, he shook his head.

"I'm afraid not." He spoke, lying. In truth, there was an underground for students to hide in should the situation require it. But... The situation didn't really require it. He knew his mother's judgement was good and he, like Brako, trusted her. "Just... Stay here and help where you can. I think that's all we can do, for now." He continued, looking around the room, his head raised, alert.

”How’s it going over here?” He heard a voice asked and he turned to see a girl, walking up to them. She then eyed the other boy (Leroy) and began to tend to him.

"I think you know how it's going." He answered her, smiling as he watched her. He lifted his head to scan the room and noticed a pile of rubble with a small white arm moving around under it. He dashed over quickly and lifted the debris. Under it, he found Drow. He blinked, his face blank as he looked down at her. With a huff, he reached down and picked her up with one hand, pulling her up next to him. He let the rubble fall back and then carried Drow over to Little Feather.

"Excuse me. I'd hate to ask any more of you, but she needs a little help." He told Little Feather from a distance. He gave the girl a warm smile and stayed standing, holding Drow for the indian girl.

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Lily - Outside

She blinked when she felt wings encase her, pulling her away from the fray. For a moment, she couldn't breath and tears began to form in her eyes.

Mom?

She watched with big, wide eyes as the wings moved to reveal a silver haired woman. For a moment, Lily's spirits fell, it was not her mother. But then, something in the eyes of the woman sparked something. She blinked, watching her.

“Bad place to stand honey, these guys do not seem the type to play fair.” She spoke with a light, almost... floating voice. Lily sat on the ground, stunned without words. She blinked, watching the woman turn to the fight.

M-Mer... Mercy?

Her brows furrowed and her heart race sped up. But what was Mercy doing here? And why did she seem so strange? As if she didn't know who Lily was. She didn't call Lily by her old nickname, simply referring to her as honey as she did with everyone. Lily sat watching, distress clearly pasted on her face, tears even. Tears of... relief, pain, sorrow, loss... even some emotions she didn't understand. Why was she so sad thinking about Melody? Why was she so relieved to see Mercy and... pained to see that she didn't know Lily. Slow tears fell from the angels eyes. Quickly, she wiped them, not wanting anyone to think she'd been hurt.

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Brako - Shadows

He smiled at the girl, Little Feather, wasn't it? Seeing how they all worked together only firmed his belief in them and his passion for his job. He would protect these children to the end of the world and back. He'd go to hell for them if that was what it took. He noticed Criston and had even noticed the boy stealing glances at him. He let out a small sigh, watching the boy move about. He'd spent too many years here under this kind of distress. Though, this was the first time in a long time. Brako wasn't honestly surprised Criston wasn't freaking out more than he showed. All those years ago...

Brako shook his head slowly, pushing the thought away. No matter, the boy seemed to be doing fine now.

Crash

Crash lowered himself to one knee after pulling another student to Little Feathers barrier...they were making slow progress as it were, less students scattered around injured. Crash took a moment to himself pulling a hand to his chest, he’d become accustomed to the pain residing there by now...but despite his attempt at positive thinking he wasn’t changing back. He was still sweating like he’d been subjected to a sauna, his breathing had become laboured...He lifted a hand to his face, growling as he touched one of his elongated canines, noticing the sharp claws that had formed on his fingertips. He heard the clash of swords outside of the auditorium, he turned his head towards the noise briefly before he rested his glowing red eyes on Kathy, grinding his teeth as he got to his feet. Lion whizzed past him bounding across the room to stand next to Oona, his tail wagging behind him. Despite the trauma this part of the building had suffered it seemed a lot more peaceful in here, Crash could at least be grateful for that...he was sure the others could handle themselves, besides what use was a shapeshifter to them anyhow.

He got to his feet wiping his brow on his tattered sleeve, wrinkling his nose at the glittery dust that fell from the Eagle as it swooped overhead, he decided to move over to Kathy’s group unsure what was going on he could see Oona but he couldn’t see who they were pandering over. “Everything ok?” He asked as he got closer to them, his eyes falling on the sight of Zivon laid out on the floor, for a moment he didn’t breath freezing as he looked down at Zivon, he audibly released the air in his lungs when he realized Zivon was breathing. “Bloody hell...I thought he...” Crash sighed, putting a hand to his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should get out there and help the others, are you going to be OK in here?” Crash asked them, he felt a little burst of anxiety at the idea of leaving...his eyes drifted to rest on Kathy for a moment as he waited for an answer.

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Mercy

Mercy was momentarily distracted by the screaming archer who released torrents of arrows heavenward, with a sharp intake of breath she spiralled out of the way of a few of them, one grazed her thigh causing her to tut in annoyance, as she loosed a few more arrows at the swordsman, she flinched as an arrow pierced the wounded mans leg. Ah ka-phooey It was at this point she noticed a canon had been trained at her by the dark haired girl beneath her Well that was unexpected... She was rather glad when the girl seemed to think better than engaging her and instead moved to help the wounded man with the swordsman. She hovered lower , keeping the archer within her sights as she knocked another arrow releasing it as the opposing archer loosed a second arrow at the wounded man, her arrow soared towards it, a small clink notifying it had been derailed as both arrows clattered to the ground hers evaporated into tiny orbs of light as it hit the ground. “Ah, ah, ahh” Mercy chastised the Archer, a thin smirk crossing her face. “How’s your aim against a moving target?” She asked him, lifting her free hand to her mouth before blowing the Archer a kiss teasingly. She wasn’t taking this very seriously...yet again she had just watched him run around screaming like a little girl... as if on cue she lifted her hand gripping her bow string as another arrow materialized in her hand, she shot to her left loosing 3 arrows at the Archer each spiraling through the air towards different parts of his body...shoulder, leg, hip...all areas that would hinder him instead of kill him.

Little Feather

Little Feather dropped her eyes to bloody mess that was Leroy’s arm, she seemed rather unfazed by it on the contrary. She looked up at the white haired boy as he answered her question...sort of. “You have a fair point...” She murmured to him, offering a smile before she turned her attention back to the Ink boy. The young woman pushed her dark hair behind her ear, before she shifted closer to Leroy, working out what was wrong with him. The arm looked dislocated but there was so much blood suggesting there was a hefty cut to go with it knowing she could heal the bone if she damaged it further or stem a bleed if it started she gripped Leroy’s arm looking a little uncertain as she did, she knew she needed a firm grip. She blinked as she felt a warm pair of hands slide over hers Strong grip Shiko, you’ll need to be quick the warmth spread up her arms as she felt the memory worm its way to the front of her mind, she didn’t want it though...

Little Feather released Leroy as if he had bitten her, rubbing her hands together nervously. “I-I think it may be dislocated, Ink...I’ll relocate it and then heal the damage. Just be aware this’ll probably hurt” She told him, taking a deep breath before gripping Leroy’s arm and with an air of confidence and probably a sickening pop she relocated his shoulder flinching herself at the noise the shoulder made, she almost instantly summoned the green life force to her hand offering one palm to Leroy as the other hovered over his shoulder, the light green life force swirled around her palm occasionally rising up and looking around to a seasoned movie watcher it’s movements were rather similar to that of flubbers. Little Feather swayed a little as she passed the green life force into Leroys wounded shoulder, as suspected he needed a lot of it before the wound would be able to stitch itself shut. After a moment Little Feather retracted her hands, she pressed her fingers to her forehead...she needed to be careful now, her reserves were running low.

She gave Leroy a small smile, aware the boys attentions had waned she turned away from him, twirling a flute through her fingers before pressing it to her lips playing a familiar tune before she relaxed her arms, smiling as Eagle swept across the auditorium...well what was left of it. “Eagle...if you could” She waved at the bird, who offered her a screech before flying at the group of gathered students, a fine dust falling from his wings as he beat them arcing over the students gathered in Little Feathers barrier before passing over Kathy, Zivon and Oona, finally swooping around to flutter over the students Criston was attending. As the renewing mist spread between the students being absorbed with ease Eagle looped around again, giving the students a final dusting before he disappeared, lasting a lot less longer than both of the other spirit animals Little Feather had summoned.

Little Feather snapped to attention as the white haired boy, dragged an injured girl towards her, she recognized her almost immediately...the mysterious lion hugger...”Ok hold her there a second...” Little Feather told the white haired boy, moving towards him already scanning the girl’s body for signs of damage. She summoned the green life force into her palms again though it didn’t glow as bright as before, she pressed two fingers to Drow’s forehead, flinching as a slight charge jumped up her fingers, she held her other hand out over Drow’s leg. Her eyes focused on Drow as she drained more of the young Lakota’s life force, again another large heal she pulled back from Drow after a few moments. “Sorry to make you hold her, she should be safe with the others...if you wouldn’t mind placing her over here?” Little Feather asked the white haired boy, she avoided looking him in the eye as she spoke turning and moving over to the barrier she pressed her palm against it strengthening it a third time...though the white haired boy would have been able to pass through it with ease. Little Feather felt a large head bump into her hand, her fingers weaved through Lion’s familiar mane. Good job Little one, keep it up Lion purred affectionately, bringing a smile to the tiring girls face, she took a deep breath and ran her fingers into her hair pushing it away from her face as she spun on the spot searching for her next call to action.

Bael - Garden Fight -

Bael could barely keep himself at this point- he needed to step in and take a damn decision. He took a few steps around, tried to see how the fight was going, tried to keep himself from cringing at every noise which came from the battle.. And then, a peculiar sight came into view; he knew that girl, her hair and her stature. There was barely any room left for thought, the demon simply pushed every thought away and started to make his way towards the angel- was she wounded? Why'd she'd sit at the ground so close to the fight? If she wasn't, she could end up getting wounded by a poorly aimed arrow or attack.

Once he was close enough, Bael simply glided through the ground, stopping directly in front of Lily as he leaned himself down, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Hey, missed me?" He spoke, jokingly- a hand already reaching over to tug her arm- trying to pull her up. "You shouldn't be here, Lily! It's dangerous. Come on, let's-... Hey, you're crying? What's up? You didn't got hurt, did you?!" His blue eyes quickly scanned her form, searching for any obvious or noticeable wound. His expression wasn't exactly worried, but more so confused. Had someone died in combat or something? Why was she sitting and crying in the middle of the battle....

Darwin

The flamboyant boy flew through the air leaving a trail of rainbows behind when he finally saw his target. Ryuu. He had to help RYUU SAN! His face had twisted into anger, he was prepared to do anything to save Ryuu San. He landed with a little swoosh near Ryuu, surrounded by a rainbow coloured aura and glared at the demons.

"LET RYUU SAN GO!!!!" he then realised his tuxedo had gone red. Some weird energy was gathering around Darwin's fists. Hehehe, Darwin thought, I feel like a super saiyan that's about to die

Lily - Being Rescued Fight

She closed her eyes. The tears kept coming and she couldn't make them stop. It was like another part of her was crying, while she, herself, was fine. Still... What was Mercy doing here and why didn't she remember her? Or did she? Still watching the ground with sad eyes, the small angel jumped when a hand rested itself on her shoulder. She looked up to see Bael, dressed in the clothes she'd bought for him.

"Hey, missed me?" He asked, pulling on her arm gently to make her stand. She paused for a moment, looking him up and down and a smile grew on her face despite the tears. Without another word, she threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"I'm so glad you're safe." She spoke, her voice soft and crackling because of the tears.

"You shouldn't be here, Lily! It's dangerous. Come on, let's-... Hey, you're crying? What's up? You didn't got hurt, did you?!" He asked, a hint of worry in his voice. She let out a small hiccuped chuckle and shook her head, pulling away. She was standing now, right in front of Bael. It was as if the fight had disappeared from her mind. Her worries about Mercy and her mother were gone, the fight like a distant bug, a mere annoyance.

"I'm fine. The woman with the short white hair saved me... And... Mercy..." She explained, her voice trailing at the end. She looked over at Mercy, watching her fight with worry in her eyes. "She saved me as well." She continued, motioning to Mercy.

"See. You should have left. All you do is cause trouble for people!"

Maybe.... I do...

"Yes. Just leave!"

Inside, the sealed portions of Lily's soul stirred. She sat watching everything unfold, her anger at younger self rising. To think she was honestly relieved to see this boy. Ugh! It was frustrating...

Cain felt his eyes widen when he was suddenly flying out the window.

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And Harry Potter erasers.

"Uh oh."

The mage literally flew out of a window, shattering it into pieces. The demon flew out, becoming unconscious, wondering how he was defeated by (literally) the school itself rather than the actual students.

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Shazt's eyes widened. Not only did this flying archer mock his archery (why would she do that!?!?), but she also fired three arrows directly headed toward him. He felt his shoulder being directly hit by one of the arrows, much to his pain, though he did manage to sidestep away from the other arrows. The archer clenched his teeth, feeling pain from his shoulder.

"Darn it," he panted out, looking over to Reggie's direction. The swordsman was not doing so well, either. The purple-haired demon, who simply glanced at the archer, had to dodge away from a fallen angel, who somehow reached him at an extremely fast speed. More and more students were coming out, and they were much stronger than they had anticipated.

"Sh-t," Reggie muttered, eyeing the rainbow-colored newcomer. "We're kinda screwed now, aren't we?"

Shazt simply said with his pride on the line,

"We were screwed from the beginning of time!"

"Thanks for the words of encouragement, you asshat!"

They began to back away, though they knew that some way or another, they were going to be pulverized. Actually, they already were, and they only managed to harm one student. One. And that was because both of them attacked the same dude over and over again. They wondered Cain was.

More importantly, though, this seemed to be the end of the line...

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Boom. The ground shook again.

Boom boom. The ground behind the two demon soldiers began to rumble violently, the academy grounds beginning to crack. Reggie's eyes widened. He recognized this malicious aura, the constantly sorrow soul of Hell. He was no demon, only a mere human.

And yet, he managed to defeat so many. He proved his worth to Lucifer with his violent martial arts, his anger, and most importantly, the vengeance he swore upon his name.

The ground stopped shaking. Shazt blinked, looking around him warily, clutching his shoulder in pain.

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Suddenly, hellfire erupted behind the two demon soldiers, A fiery portal opened, numerous cries of revenge echoing from it. After remaining open for about two seconds, a man burst out of the portal, his entire body engulfed in hellish fire. He landed in front of the demon soldiers, who backed away in pure fear. The man in front of them was the same man who beheaded recent traitors of Hell. He took on countless angels, those with Grace and without Grace, and managed to win every battle so far, oftentimes proving his worth by directly showing Lucifer his triumphs. No demon stood a chance when it came to utilizing hellfire against him.

The masked warrior violently threw his torso away from the ground, his enraged face staring at the damned skies, a burst of fire enveloping his body, as he roared with absolute anger.



It was none other than him.



At this point, Reggie and Shazt had backed away enough to prevent themselves from being burned to crisp by the flames surrounding the assassin. Thane looked down to see his surroundings, the fire slowly dissipating. Little demonic energy came from him, instead, a violent aura of pure, silent anger enveloping the entire school the instant moment he had appeared. His empty, white eyes had a determined fire behind them, the cold experience of merciless bloodshed present. Though he vowed to not harm the students, he was still unable to control his never-ending anger.

Thane took several steps forward, his eyes apparently searching for something. He held a withdrawing aura, as if he were preventing himself from attacking the students by instinct. He, however, was different from Apophis. The masked warrior was willing to actually keep his word, only planning on attacking should someone attack him first.

"Where is your leader?" Thane asked, his voice deathly, echos made by his hoarse, cursed voice. "We have come to announce that the treaty has finally come... to an end."

His eyes settled on Ryuu. Then on Darwin. Then on Mercy. Then on Tori. Even Lily Brightendale. But what caught his attention was the demon by her side.

He glared at Bael, a brief glimpse of curiosity entering his eyes, before turning to everyone again.

"My request is simple. Your silence is not. Bring me the principal of this academy right at this moment, and we shall leave without inflicting any further damage... For now."

Thane stood, the fire around him nearly gone. He held a respectful stance. The man had his own sense of honor when doing things. Unlike a certain fiend that he considered to be too wretched for even Lucifer's tastes.