Well, he managed to tackle the assassin out of the way, but when he looked back the girl had just gone and stepped back in between another fight. Shit, maybe she hadn't needed help after all. Based on his encounters with some of the others at the school, it wouldn't surprise him if he got berated later for intervening. 

Regardless, for the time being there was more to worry about. As the battle in the cafeteria raged on, Mashuka slunk beneath a few of the tables that had not been over turned. Some of the individual fights taking place looked brutal, and he knew that he wouldn't last long against most of the opponents there. Even if he could manage to distract someone long enough for one of the other students to take advantage of it, he felt deep down he'd be more useful in the long-term if he just didn't die. 

Didn't seem too hard, if there was one thing Mashuka was good at, it was blending into the chaos. Amidst the sea of people fighting, preparing to fight, or declaring their ever-burning will to fight, he slunk away out of sight, traveling from table-bottom to table-bottom until he reached the exit of the cafeteria. With significantly less ruckus outside, Mashuka made a b-line back for his dorm. He didn't know where his roommates were, or if they'd even survived, but dammit he'd nearly gotten a psychotic-girl-induced concussion for that room so he wasn't about to die before getting to use it a few times. Waiting out an assault on the school from behind the bed-sheet door seemed like a good enough use to start with.