[i][b][center]Tyrael Marcrosias[/center][/b][/i]

Every word was just a drop of water against Tyrael's stone wall of a conscience. One or two meant nothing to him. But to hear the flood of students who were trying to stop him, defy him even, even put Tyrael in quite a pickle. The first was Baulder. He was grievously wounded and delirious; Tyrael intended to use him as an example of students who desperately needed medical attention that all the students should quickly get for him. Tyrael was initially going to dismiss him beyond that, feeling that his current state was brought upon himself. If he could not work alongside the demons or students to protect himself, then this was his fate... At least until he tried to explain to Tyrael, who understandably looked like some different demon right now, that he was apologetic about failing Tyrael. This caught him off-guard because frankly, Tyrael was abusive of Baulder. He was the only student fool enough to actually follow Tyrael into the Inferno for "Field trips" when in truth it was just Tyrael wanting an excuse to vent his anger on a student, a symbol of frustration that his typical methods of violence were not allowed. Being his personal student or not, Tyrael had at least figured Baulder held some feelings of hatred for the demonomancy teacher, perhaps even with aspirations to surpass Tyrael just to spite him. But not this. Not... Loyalty.

As Baulder fell, Tyrael reached out and grabbed him. His body was indeed weak; despite being one of the biggest students here, Baulder's body was light and almost lifeless. Before Tyrael could speak up, Ssarak spoke. He pointed out that quite obviously that Baulder needed healing, and that the nagas could be detained instead of just brought into the college. For a moment, Tyrael considered this. Thanks to Baulder's unexpected words, the demons in Tyrael's mind were not present, gloating over Baulder's foolish devotion to the monster of a teacher. To detain the naga would prevent them from sneaking into the college, from harming anyone. But could Tyrael trust the students to actually hold to their word? Was this just a bluff to get them to safety, once more out of Tyrael's reach? He wasn't sure what to think. Once more his demons spoke words to put doubt in Ssarak's statement.

Grey stood between Tyrael and the nagas, his shield up and ready for his attack. His words, predictably, agreed with what Ssarak had said. But he also noted that he'd bring Satori to speak with them. To this Tyrael was somewhat agreeing with; Satori was a cruel mistress. She would easily be able to discern the motives of the nagas, even past their near legendary Stoicism. At the very least he was pretty damn sure that the Nagas lacked wards to stop her. Grey however showed that he was willing to fight Tyrael should he still chose to harm the naga, which did make Tyrael go into a somewhat hostile stance. He mentioned that these nagas could very well be the last of them, which is when Myrn spoke up.

While her wounds did not seem has sever as Baulder's, Myrn was struggling to stand. All things considered, Tyrael was surprised a non-mage like her survived (Though he knew very little of Myrn's sword skills). At first she begged him to listen to his students and to believe that the nagas were not a threat. He snorted at this thought, because he knew that much. Tyrael didn't worry about the naga threatening the college. He worried about them threatening Mar and Lyn. But as if she read his mind, that's also the next thing Myrn brought up. Her words held weight; at this point it's fairly well known that the Yarosmere army wiped out the nagas at Mesa Gaan. Truth be told Tyrael almost felt glad; he always feared the nagas, and that never ended after he became a Master Demonomancer and bringing Mar to the college. If anything, he felt like as long as they were alive, they could always come back to haunt her. But for once, Tyrael actually considered how mar might have felt about all of this. All the problems she had at the college could be linked back to her missing the nagas, her family. Even though they exiled her, which was essentially an execution in the Ravine of Demons, they were still her family. She had loved ones there, just as Tyrael loved her. And to hear that they may have all been killed off... While Tyrael may have not liked them as much as she did, Myrn was right. Mar wouldn't want this. No one wants to hear that their family has died.

The last one to defy Tyrael was the most unexpected. Out of all people, from the strong-willed Darius to the fiery Aramir, the one who actually dared to challenge Tyrael was none other than Colette. The demure vampire girl who treats her own demons as pets, who ever since she was saved by Lucilia was more harmless than puppy. Colette rarely caused trouble or even fell prey to her own vampiric hunger. And now here she was, weapon drawn. She was trained to fight demons. And Tyrael was the demon here.

Hearing all his students speak out against him made the demonomancer snarl. The demons in his head demanded that he set his authority. [b][i]"Kill them. Start with the vampire. Release your protection from her and show her what happens to your enemies!"[/i][/b] Tyrael raised his hand, pointing it towards Colette. But there was hesitation. [b][i]"You cannot show weakness. Do not hesitate. Kill her."[/i][/b] Tyrael then looked down at Baulder. Was this how he was going to repay his loyalty? Slaughter everyone, let him bleed out from his wounds? He looked at Ssarak. As much as he hated him, Ssarak was also Mar's friend. Lyn's friend. If he were to die, what would they think of Tyrael? Was he not suppose to protect him? Grey was one of Lucilia's most loyal soldiers. Despite lacking any magical talent whatsoever and practically the poster boy for dumb muscle (In Tyrael's eyes), he willingly fought against Heus during the demonic invasion, alone. Even Tyrael wouldn't do that without at least a retinue of demons at his back. Myrn... Tyrael sent Myrn on an arbitrary quest to get lobsters for him. That reminded him that he still needed to make those sandwiches.

[b]"Waaaargh!"[/b] Tyrael slashed his hand through the air, violently sundering the Inferno around him, bringing everyone back to the physical realm. The shock of the plane shift was minor, all things considered, and at worse would cause some to trip or stumble. Tyrael looked at Colette with his eyeless face, yet his mouth was all that was needed to convey a sense of rage. And respect. He handed her Baulder's limp body and turned around. The demons menacing the nagas were dismissed back into the Inferno as Tyrael turned back. [b]"We will return to the surface... But the nagas will wait in the catacombs. We shall see what their fate will be. Understood!?"[/b] 

[color=a187be][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Annabeth kept riding. She kept riding towards the college, slowing down only so she could toss her spear away and move Lyn. [color=a187be]"Stupid, stupid! How could you let this happen! Lyn, please, hold on..."[/color] Even as the college walls came into view, Annabeth didn't let her guard down. She cut off her illusion magic and rode up to the gates, shouting at the guards to open it. [color=a187be]"It's me! Annabeth Gulch! Open the gates, hurry!"[/color] The guards initially seemed confused, but fortunately by the time Annabeth got to the gates it was already opened. Annabeth rode Samson into the courtyard, shouting for students to get out of her way. 

She needed to take Lyn somewhere safe. Annabeth didn't think she was strong enough to protect Lyn on her own. But who would she go to? The first person Annabeth thought to take Lyn was Satori, but Annabeth didn't know where she would be at right now. If she had arrived an hour earlier than Annabeth could find Satori teaching class, but right now she could be anywhere. She thought maybe she could find Tyrael since he always seems to either be at the forge or his classes, but then she remembered that he was leading a group into the catacombs. [color=a187be]"Goddammit, of all times he of all people can't watch over Lyn!"[/color] In her panic Annabeth wracked her brain trying to think of who to take Lyn to. She had to take her to someone who would be able to protect her, the strongest person in the college.

Leaving Samson in the courtyard, Annabeth carried Lyn in her arms. Despite being a fairly large child now, Annabeth's strength and adrenaline allowed her to carry Lyn as if she was a doll. But all this energy, combined with using so much mageblood not too long ago, was putting considerable strain on Annabeth. She was only minutes away from collapsing. But a few minutes was all she needed as she reached Khan's office, beating her hand against the door to the point that she was making dents. [color=a187be]"Khan! Khan, open up, please! I have Lyn, we need your help!"[/color]