Jace watched on wearily as the masked figure seemed to change a bit. His mind seemed to stop, words escaping him, until finally… The demon disappeared. It seemed that the danger had passed. He let out a sigh as he released his wolves from their summon, letting them fade back to wherever it was that they stayed. Jace smiled wide as he turned around and started walking back to the dorm, patting his now returned hawk. He was almost there when he heard something in front of him. It was Hunter. He listened in awe as the buy seemed to abuse their efforts. Jace could understand him, they may have acted rash, but some of the things he said were pretty harsh. He thought for a minute after the boy made his exit, carefully evaluating the situation.

“You know…” He started, with an air of caution behind his words. “He has a bit of a point. We acted rash, and while I don’t agree that we were dead to rights, I do think we made a bad choice.” AS he walked to the door, he tried to maintain his cool. His left hand was still throbbing in pain as it tightly grasped his shield. “We are all exhausted after fighting all day, and I think if Nuisance had made a move…” He started before glancing down at his hands. He took a deep breath before looking back to the group.

“We very well could have lost someone. Our number one priority has to be preservation of the group. We can’t go taking risks like that again. I think the best idea right now is getting some rest, we can discuss the matter more in the morning.” Jace finished before turning and walking into the dorm. He contemplated his options for a few seconds. He considered going to sleep, but after that, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while. Instead he just made his way back to the room with the others, surveying the area. It seems the girl that was at the gate had collapsed on the lounge. He wasn’t surprised, this isn’t the kind of day that one can have too many of. He walked over to the wall and rested his shield against it, before he took his glove off and looked at the bandaged hand. With a quick glance around the room, he sighed and took the bandage off, once again inspecting his hand. This was bad, but it wasn’t the worst he had ever experienced. His hand had fully ruptured after a rather violent training session in the mountains. He rubbed his hand over it, wincing in pain as he passed over each of the swollen blue veins. With time his hand would be fine, but for a few days it would be rather painful. He was just lucky the interaction at the fence had ended without fighting. A big enough hit and his hand would have been useless. His hawk hopped down to his arm, knowing full well to avoid his hand, and nibbled softly at his sleeve. He let out a soft smile as he patted her head, relieved to know that danger was gone for now.

“Seriously though…” He mumbled to himself. “What would have happened if we had to fight?” The thought of losing one of the other students, even though he could barely remember their names, made him feel sick. He let out a sigh as he slid his back down the wall and stared at the roof. It seems Hunter’s words had affected him more than he thought. He had never felt more… powerless.