There would never be a quiet moment at this school, of this Mashuka was now certain. No matter how much he longed to enjoy a meal, or how desperately he prayed to not be violently attacked at every potential turn, it seemed that his pleas would fall forever on deaf ears. Or, more fittingly, the animal-like ears of the masked assassins that so abruptly rushed into the cafeteria. 

Around him he saw many of the students mobilize a defense, flipping tables and drawing weapons. He just sat with noodles hanging from his mouth until one of the bastards actually went after him, whereupon he all but flung himself back and onto the floor, before kicking his seat up and tripping the would-be assailant. His hand went to the knife once again, and once again he stayed himself from drawing it. 

[i]You draw this blade not in defense, but with intent. Clean it or bloody it, but do not leave it unsated.[/i]

He grimaced and pulled his hand away, scanning the environment. The students seemed to be putting up a most formidable counter-attack, and in truth he thought the best idea for him might just be to run. No risk, no hurting anyone, it would work out fine. Yeah. 

--[color=9966cc]"Watch out!"[/color]--

The shout grabbed his attention, and Mashuka turned to see an unfamiliar girl shoving another unfamiliar girl out of harm's way. A valiant, admirable deed for anyone, assassin or not. Undeserving, he thought, of the treacherous end the rabbit-masked assailant evidently had planned for her. Mashuka sprinted, and somewhere deep down he might have tried to call upon that stranger side of him that he'd encountered back at the prison, but alas no wind came to aid his movement, and he could only hope his speed was enough. 

He barreled into the rabbit-assassin, aiming to take both of them to the ground and away from the girl. While he certainly ended up smacking on the tile, he had to rely on the element of surprise and the weight of his attack to determine whether or not the plan had actually worked.