It should be noted that, being entirely human (even if slightly cursed), Darius had absolutely no way to actually gauge the power of the demon behind the gate. So while the other students were treading carefully to avoid an outright confrontation, he'd seen no reason not to get straight to the heart of the matter. Tact was just for people that weren't Darius.

But barging through and completely missing all the social cues, now, that was much more his style.

"[b]What is that thing and why hasn't somebody shot it yet?[/b]"

It had certainly taken long enough for Darius to arrive at the scene. He was able to ignore the commotion at first, but when it started getting irritatingly loud he had no choice but to leave his half-charged phone in the hallway and make an entrance. 

"[b]I know we have Archers out the ears in this group. Why is it still breathing?[/b]" He'd come into the courtyard from the north wing, his jagged sword clicking and scraping as he dragged it behind him. Fortunately, he had been in earshot long enough to hear the alibi of the creature now trying to get inside. "[b]It's not from HQ,[/b]" he announced to no one in particular. "[b]I phoned the teachers and they said they couldn't send anyone 'til tomorrow.[/b]" He halted; the sword swung around to the front and pointed at it. "[b]Seriously. If this thing was more obviously evil it would be made of skeletons and screaming babies--screaming skeleton babies?--and leaving a trail of human blood whenever it moved.[/b]"

Darius turned a few degrees to the left to point his sword at the group of hunters-in-training gathered around the gate. "[b]Good paranoia everyone," he said with something almost like approval. "If it could get through the walls it'd probably kill us all. So, good job on that one. I appreciate not getting killed.[/b]"