[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

Cassidy flickered her weight from foot to foot, her whole body swaying as a lion's tail about to strike. She was very sorely missing her sword-while a sparring match was not quite as intense or high-stakes as this, it would've been comforting if nothing else, and she certainly wasn't as familiar with knives or anything else-Cass hadn't been in very many real fights, and was merciful for the many hours of fake ones to sustain her. 

Then the human leviathan decided to join back in-Cassidy figured he must've had either the right hand of the Lord or regenerative powers watching out for him, as he'd been pretty close to kicking the bucket when they'd arrived. So their little rescue mission hadn't been for naught after all-assuming they all made it out of here relatively unscathed (and Cassidy didn't get another scar to match...) she'd feel just a smidge proud of herself. But that, she thought, was putting the cart before the horse.

The brute began to deliver some serious punishment on the beast, and Cassidy felt another mild instance of fear. While the monster was certainly...disturbing, as most things which could devour a human being were, this boy was simply so...strong. Jesus. He tossed it effortlessly and shook off one hell of a beating. Six thousand years ago one of his ancestors was struck dead by a boy with a slingshot, Cass was quite certain. Cassidy smoothly stepped to the side of the dust cloud that burst out from Titus' bodyslamming the creature through a wall, and idly swept some of it from her suit. In the insanity of what was going on around them, something about that act brought her a token of serenity, and Cassidy fought to keep her panicked, darting-in-a-thousand-directions mind honed on the rather daunting adversary before them.

"Our plan was to try and teach it to love," Cassidy muttered. "It would seem you've dashed that possibility, so I suppose now we just beat the hell out of it." Cass' watched Diego rush the beast, and briefly she pondered their synergy as a group. Rushing the damn thing one at a time didn't seem like the best application of their numerical advantage, but she supposed they really couldn't work in tandem, not in these closed quarters. Titus was far too big, careless with his power-one stray blow and he'd pulverize all two hundred and six of their bones by accident. Lupe's lightshow didn't seem to be particularly discriminate about who it wounded, and neither did Diego's flames (Cass took a half step back from the scorching heat as the boy ran by. Explained why he wasn't concerned about smoking). [i]Jesus Christ he's going to burn this place down[/i] Cass began moving backwards steadily, eyes locked on the soon-to-be-well-done monstrosity, but Diego sucked the life from the fledgling inferno and came back to them. Thank Christ. She wasn't getting "accomplice to arson" pinned on her in the first twelve hours of being here. 

And yet the boy wasn't moving back-he fell, and Cass began to dart forward to...do something. She wasn't entirely sure what, and as soon as her momentum had shifted she realized the folly of this plan. Nothing to do now but-

Agni erupted from the boy and Cassidy quickly shifted her weight, forcing herself to fall back on her ass instead of face-first into a demon. [i]Christ. There is a possibility I am in over my head.[/i] And then, simultaneously, there was a roar, the sharp reek of ozone, and the little girl shot half a hurricane's worth of lightning into the monster. Cassidy rolled-she had to look graceful, and not deafened, blind, and flash-burned by what these fools had done-and picked herself up into a crouch, hand grasping her coat to make a hasty getaway if the monster recovered.

There was no way in hell that thing was getting back up-Diego was making his way back to the safety of the group and the monster seemed to be trudging off to lick its wounds. Cassidy quickly mulled over following it-no, there was no point. With as much of a racket as they'd made, nobody was unaware of its presence, and teachers would be here in a matter of seconds. Following would just get one of them killed, and as weakened as the creature was, it wasn't likely to do much more damage. [i]Famous last words.[/i]

"Well," Cassidy muttered, trying to run a hand through her hair-it was all standing up and messed up thanks to the little girl's electrical spasm-"Is everyone alright? I must say, this is probably the worst orientation I've ever had."