Masako proposed a no-more-creepy-televisions movement. Almost in an instant, everyone who were mentally intact expressed their agreement. Dai nodded along with Shinku as Kazuo voiced his approval. As the transfer student explained that he had witnessed all of their memories and those having mental breakdowns should be calmed, the blond male continued his sage-like nods. 

[color=f6989d]“Oh, definitely. Should we break the rest… of the… What?”[/color] Slowly, Dai trailed off without finishing his sentence, his gaze followed the line of sight of the others. Something strange had emerged from the ground; pitch black slime(?) had begun to drag itself toward them. As the mysterious entities crept closer, a colorful array of curses were muttered. Dai took his stance and readied his bow, taking an arrow from its leather container. He breathed in a vain attempt to stop all negative thoughts. What were the chances of taking them down? These things were much tougher than they looked since a single inky arm could drag eleven people around. But, still, they have to try. 

As Dai was about take aim, his concentration was disrupted when Kazuo clutched his head in pain. Eyebrows scrunched, the blond was about to comment when the guy’s lips moved. He didn’t have time to register the words before, like a magical chant, a torrent of flames swallowed Kazuo entirely. A rabbit mask covered his face. Dai blinked, and the entire battle was already finished. 

“Move.” Kazuo interrupted with narrowed eyes. 

Dai stared in confusion. And soon, it came to him. The air… There was something…  something suddenly felt very wrong. The hair on the back of his neck bristled and, with a single glance, it wasn’t hard to tell why. Among his fellow mask-wearing classmates and the cries of their frustrations, Haruto Okada spoke of hatred. Suddenly, a war cry erupted from the lion-wearer. It was a scary roar, one meant to send enemies running, and yet, Dai stood his ground and let out a small flinch. He could swear he could feel the possessed eyes of everybody staring at him accusingly. 

His stomach knotted with nerves as he felt a wave of nausea. As much as he hated to admit it, the way Haruto moved was impressive. The guy was walking the line of graceful dancing and throats-crushing action. It wasn’t long before the distance between them closed, and Haruto twisted his body to create a beautiful arc with one menacing leg that promised pain - possibly death. 

Dai's body moved purely on its own; he didn’t dare make his bow a shield since it could easily break under the full weight and momentum of the attack, leaving his defenseless and hurt. Instead, Dai leaped off to the side as the heels of Haruto’s shoes flew past his head and would surely end up crushing the ground. With instincts screaming, Dai backed away as he raised his bow and arrow, his arms shaking from the combined force of the taut string and his own shot nerves.

It was so hard to breath. Dai wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry; his face fully conflicted, torn between guilt and unsure giggles. The pointed end of his arrow was aimed at Haruto. [color=f6989d]“C’mon, hot rod, don’t shove your angst at us! How about chilling out and finding a nice pillow to punch? We got better things to do than being some bag to kick around.”  
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