Hunter was trained to hide in the worst of situations. His stealth and survival techniques meant if he was ever caught in the wild, he'd survive, where others would die. He could make the smallest shadow work for him, he could disappear into a nook and reestablish Overwatch if his position was ever compromised. He was a phantom of death.

Except when someone pointed at him, waved their arms, and started yelling "HEY SOMEONE ELSE IS ALIVE!" like a complete doof.

"No, stop, be qui-!"

OR when two guys kicks in a door like Rambo, and begin also yelling and chanting. Hunter paled as demons scrabbled over the window next to him, attracted to all the noise as everyone seemed to take up positions...behind him. The sniper did a double take at the boys and familiars.

"W-wait a minute, you guys aren't knights?!"

The demons kicked through the glass, causing the sniper to panic fire at point blank. He finally noticed why one was chanting. He had ensnared a larger demon that was trying to climb up to them from the courtyard. The smaller demons, however, were flooding over, and Hunter finally heard the one thing he wished he would never hear: The empty click of his pistol running out of ammo. He couldn't summon Voracia, he'd just end up passing out and she'd burn upon entry. Shields, familiars everywhere, chanting, roaring, what was happening?! The sniper was in control of his situation not 30 seconds ago, and now there was chaos, he had no weapon, and demons surged around him. The boy winced as a blinding light hit his eyes from the courtyard, and his reflexes kicked in. Spinning around, he tried to yell at the others, only to hit the ground as one of the wicked blobs leaped onto his back, sinking teeth into his shoulder.

"AAUUGH!"

The shockwave was minimal, but it was still felt as the light beamed through the building, incinerating all the demons in it's path. Hunter coughed as the scent of ash filled the hallway, then...silence. His shoulder burned as the sniper laid on the ground for a moment, trying to soak in all the new information. The demons were...well, gone in a manner of speaking. Embers and ash drifted through the hallway of the library, and the sound of combat outside had ended. The boy stood up, holding one hand to his shoulder as he went into observation mode. It wasn't one of the boys he was with, no student could have mustered up that kind of power. A teacher? No...well, maybe, but no teacher he knew of. He finally recognized who he was with as his thoughts came together.

Stephen Jelly. The last name was apt. The boy seemed scared of everything and the sight of blood was enough to have him sweating in the Tamer classes. He was clueless to a lot of small details, cynical, and relied heavily on his Imp. But he was more useful in a front line brawl than Hunter.

Jiro Blake, an exorcist. Hunter was probably one of the few students who actually knew his first name, not just what he preferred to be called. He wasn't human, Voracia had made that clear. Or at least not entirely human. Hunter liked the boy well enough, probably because he helped fix a sprained ankle for the sniper when a class went awry. He was something like a bomb, his incantations were extremely powerful, but he wasn't adaptable, having to concentrate so much to use them.

Jace Stone, a knight tamer hybrid. The boy was charismatic and strong willed...when he wasn't saying the most brutally awkward things ever or tripping over his own words. High on defense and support, Hunter knew his type and was careful to avoid becoming too friendly with him. Hunter's reputation as being cut throat in missions would end up with the two of them clashing about morals one day. This kid would be a leader, Hunter knew that. But the kind of leader who wouldn't be willing to make the harsh choices.

Hunter winced as he pushed on the wound on his shoulder to staunch the flow, walking to the windows to look outside. A man, floating, that he didn't recognize...burned demons everywhere. A few other students...the sniper turned to face the others, wiping at his face.

"Someone just nuked the demons here...we should head outside and regroup."

The boy glanced at his hand, seeing the shocking amounts of blood on it. He realized now, for the first time since it happened, that he was absolutely painted in demon blood and gore. He really hoped it wouldn't infect his wound as he started heading towards the stairs to meet with everyone else in the courtyard, exhaustion finally catching up to him. His brain was already filing away all his observations from the fight, making a mental note to bring them up the next chance he could. All in all, the boy found the actions of the students, himself included....pitifully lacking.