Ase sprinted as fast as she could towards the door, easily dodging the few demons that managed to get in her way, but Ixion was, of course, faster. She gave a wide frown as the idiot passed easily, but when he suddenly stopped she rose an eyebrow, opening her mouth to question his motive. Her confusion was quickly quashed, however, when the taller boy scooped her up under his arm like a sack of potatoes. A surprised noise escaped her mouth, face burning with embarrassment and anger, and before she could slam Patron down on the idiot's face she was hoisted up into a sitting position. Again, her face deepened to a bright red, and she was only able to make strained, confused noises as her partner took off down the stairs. 

"Y-Y-You're a true blue idiot! I-I-I could've ran by myself!" Ase cried out, voice catching with each step he took. Her independence and pride was faltering, being replaced with a sense of helplessness and rage, and she struggled slightly in Ixion's hold, but once he started leaping down the steps Ase froze and leaned closer into his shoulder out of fear of taking a fatal tumble. The sounds of demons gargles from behind, nearly distracting Ase from her inner torment until the idiot cried out,

 "Ah, please take care of my back, princess!"

To which Ase stopped moving and thinking all together, only her hands tightening around the shaft of Patron as she softly whispered "... Princess?" No one had ever called her that, how odd, how odd. What an odd boy, he must be blind or something, she was no princess. Obviously, obviously, obviously.

 She eventually managed to calm herself by focusing how the disgusting sounds behind them, turning her attention to whining devils just a few steps away from cutting up Ixion's ankles. She rose Patron up, aimed, and then threw the staff at the mass of black beings with all her might.

"Watch it burn," she lowered her head, fingers intertwining as she began to chant the only chant he really knew, "watch it burn and let it go. The fire frees us, frees our soul. Burn and release." On the last word she separated her hands and threw them upwards, eyes locked on Patron, which suddenly burst into blue flames. Most of the demons were enveloped by the flames, vanishing into smoke, and Ase clenched her teeth as Patron burned away into nothingness. Setting fire to the weapon was a way of storing it, it could be summoned later by using a blood magic circle, but every time she sent it away her blood would boil and head would scream. A price to pay for using black magic as a method of fusing weapon with user.

Ase was eventually dropped back onto her feet and the surrounding stairwell melted into a darkened halls. The smell of the rotting, demon-spawning rain was now far off, and instead she could smell something... Fishy. Fishy and furry. Ixion started explaining something about other lookouts wandering the halls and she pretended to ignore him, instead beginning to wander quietly down the closest passage way, which also happened to be the one that smelled strongest of fish and animal, keeping one eye on all the windows that passed. 

"It might be best," her voice was tight, revealing her withheld embarrassment and rage from the whole incident before, "if we find other teams and start creating a group. There is power in numbers, after all." She froze for a moment, reaching up to cut her finger again and draw another magic circle, re-summoning Patron with ease. Once the weapon was safely in her grasp again she began her trek over the linoleum floor, keeping an eye out for any other students.