[center][color=purple][h3]]Gall The Reaper[[/h3][/color][/center]
  Alucard had gotten himself rid of, and Gall deduced he had better things to do than harass a mere mortal who left on their own.  In his time, the reaper had met very few who would disobey a direct order from any scythe wielder.  He began to head towards the classroom along with the rest after hearing the order, seeking to protect his mistress.

  The doors were shut.  The reaper didn't know what was going on, but believed that his master would certainly call on him if needed, considering that she called on him when she needed to pull a prank.  Leaning against the wall was a much better way to pass the time than worrying anyways.
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  [color=red]"Are you alright?  I'm sure Mr. Wick will be fine after a bit of work, from what I hear this school's medical facilities are second to none"[/color]

  The demon's voice said something afterwards, but the Phoenix didn't hear it over the sound of her strike.  The Goddess had stood up and backhanded the black haired wretch in one fluid motion, delivering the full divine force of her body behind the blow.  She didn't particularly care if he dodged the blow or if it landed.

  The Goddesses lips moved, but only foreign words left her lips.  [color=salmon][I]Ra, the Burning Sun, I ask you forgive this sinful soul ... [/I][/color]  As she spoke her red hair began to rise as if gravity itself was releasing its command on the Phoenix's body.

  [color=gray][b]"You should know I can. However, this is not something that really merits my attention. Any one Doctor class magician can handle this."[/b][/color] 

  She stopped the spellcasting immediately whenever the medical staff started to act so ... casually?  In fact, the school nurse called in one of her cute inferiors for the job, which meant it couldn't be that serious.

  [color=salmon][i]He's an asshole anyways.  The bastard could have at least been concerned for one of his superiors.[/i][/color]  The Goddess sat back down, folding her divine arms across her chest and looking away from the man.

  Undoubtedly Lyssa said something or stared at the Goddess in awe, but Iravis would not apologize for her divine judgement.  Either way, the director gave an insufferable speech which Iravis knew she couldn't afford to respond to.  At least Alistar seemed a little concerned, which made the Phoenix feel a little less like she was overreacting.

  Then the professor detailed the Magus games to the audience, explaining their goals.  Iravis at first smiled, thinking that some friendly competition like the gladiators of old would be enjoyable to watch.

  But at the mention of the Heir of Baphel the crowd began to react.  With the director's sudden disappearance chaos started booming exponentially, taking over surrounding souls as some students prepared to cast spells.  At the mention of that name, Iravis knew something terrible was about to happen, but she wasn't sure what.

  Iravis stood up immediately and started walking towards the door.  The phoenix turned around to Lyssa, casting a smile and speaking in a cheerful manner, [color=salmon]"You promised to treat me to chocolate."[/color]  The goddess never forgot the promise of offerings, and she would collect that offering even if it meant preventing the demon from being consumed by the crowd.