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[color=f6989d][b]Location;[/b][/color] Bathroom → Banquet → On the run
[color=crimson][b]Interacting with;[/b][/color] Zeus kids/Preston/Everyone → Just May[hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/TuAxhhP.png[/img]

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[color=#FBEC5D][b]Interacting with;[/b][/color] Abe/Dante/Staff [sub]([@Altered Tundra])[/sub] [hr][/center]
[indent]Having retreated into the ladies’ bathroom to escape her encounter with Preston, May was now sitting within a stall and busily scarfing down yet another brownie.  Eating in the bathroom didn't seem to strike her as disgusting or inappropriate whatsoever. [color=f6989d]
“Oh I sure hope I didn't make myself look weird…”[/color] she whispered to herself before she moved up off the toilet lid. The girl hadn't actually needed to use the bathroom,  she simply needed a moment of refuge from the embarrassment she'd caused for herself. Stupid, stupid her! It was about time she'd gotten back to the party though. Lissie must be so lonely without her, right? She'd probably just left earlier to go get refreshments! …Right?

Before May left the restroom, she quickly washed her hands and scrolled through her social media on her phone. Her username, SadGirl43, blipped into existence, and as expected, there were no new notifications. Most of her statuses consisted of random banter, primarily about Disney or her other interests. Her friend tally was right about 64, all of which were family. As she was about to put her phone away, a message from her uncle popped up. ‘HAVE A GOOD TIME. WE LOVE YOU. SORRY THIS IS LATE. BEEN WORKING LONG NIGHTS.’ May was never quite sure why her uncle wrote in all caps, but the sentiment was much appreciated. The girl’s lips folded into a smile, and with a flourishing skip, she started back to the party. 

The scene was complete chaos by the time she got there: that Oedipus man was on fire and naked, grown men were trying to take him down, and… Lissie was half-naked in Dante’s arms!! Her dark eyes went wide as she scurried over to the unconscious girl and her boy toy. [color=f6989d]“Wow, Dainty, you move fast! I'm gone five minutes and you're already about to bang Missie Lissie! She must really like you a whole, whole lot!”[/color] she exclaimed, butchering Dante's name and ignoring the background noise of those boys fighting. That was their problem, and May wasn't going to get involved with those shenanigans! She did, however, turn to watch the spectacle, emitting a loud [color=f6989d]“Eww!”[/color] when she saw the bloody mess and Atticus’ naked form. Was Oedipus a male stripper?! [color=f6989d]“Why’d they burn his clothes off?! I don't get this at all! It's not sexy whatsoever!”[/color]

Cecily life was being squeezed from her lungs as the raging Atticus bounded upon her. His grip was too tight for her to get away, and were it for her brother’s intervention, it was likely she would have perished. The lightning that impacted his arm left Lichtenburg figures running up from his veins, although he didn't seem to react to the pain, hyped up on adrenaline as he was. Growling under his breath, the brute was done with words, though the cretin before him seemed intent on yammering. If both of Zeus’ children wished to perish, then so be it. He had no doubt his father would be giddy when he heard the news. The hulking beast moved forward to finish them when, out of the corner of his eye, the lanky Son of Hera came forth and shattered a glass over his head, leaking more blood and, consequently, more ammunition. Before he knew it though, fire grew bright around him. The fire did not concern him though. In fact, his attention was no longer on the peons beneath him, but rather fixated on the form of May Bentley who had decided to show up and insult him further, only yards away from him. From the ridicule, the failure, and the criticism, he could feel the demon within crawling forth. The earth was quaking, his mind was aching, and he was baking… 

[color=crimson]”You! You will be the first to die.”[/color] Atticus’ finger pointed at the tiny May, a need to kill wandering in his eyes. There would be no mercy. There would be no life left in this building. The rage that lanced through him now was the catalyst for a horrible change: these fools had awoken the Gorefiend. 

The flames that scorched Atticus turned his only covering to ashes, leaving the man bare as the day he was born. The Son of Hera could be commended for his efforts, but fire was not enough to topple him. Blood coalesced around him like a robe, draping over his skin and extinguishing the fire with ease. The mantle of sanguine fluid coagulated and took on a more gelatin-esque appearance from the heat.  The blood around him boiled and popped, yet slowly cooled and hardened like an external carapace around the Demigod. Serrated, long claws grew from his fingertips grew, and his facial features twisted into something altogether strange and alien. A horrible monstrosity appeared, stronger, faster, and more indomitable than the human Atticus.

This was no longer a fight. This was a massacre. With the Sanguine Son so enraged, someone was going to die tonight unless a higher power got involved.

A wave of blood forced his assailants away from him like rag dolls, and he began his march unhindered towards the tiny Asian woman. Heavy, ragged breathing could be heard from the horror, an eerie symphony of destruction. A long, slender spear made of his if horse manifested in his clawed hands, preparing to send this girl to the terrible afterlife. [Color=crimson]”Are you afraid…? This isn't even my final form…”[/color] the beast’s heavily distorted voice chided ominously.

May’s eyes nearly popped out her head when Oedipus transformed into something truly disturbing. And he was really, really mad at her for some reason!! Did he hate Mulan that much?! Yeah, it wasn't the best Disney movie (Tangled was, obviously), but it wasn't bad enough that you'd kill somebody for singing it's most notable song,  would you?? [color=f6989d]“Uh oh! That's spooky scary! Uh… Dainty bang Lissie real hard for me! I mean…”[/color] she didn't even finish her awkward goodbye before she began running as fast as her short legs would carry her. Seriously! Everything bad that could happen to her was happening! And being chased by Oedipus the Demon Lord was definitely not on her priority list. Somebody save her, she prayed. 

This was Cecily and Abe’s chance to redeem themselves. There was a reason why the teachers didn’t intervene yet, though through the corner of Ceil’s gaze she saw them circling around the area, all of them, ready to sedate the raging bull of a man. As much as she wanted to be angry at her brother, this wasn’t the time or place to throw a hissy fit. Instead, the leader in her came to light, while she tried to catch her breath. She was lucky that Atticus didn’t stab her, because she knew if Felicity wasn’t in the equation, he would have. After she threw the tray, Cecily realized how she made the situation worse. It was her who caused Atticus to lose grip and choke Felicity unconscious. Subsequently, he brought his attention to her, after he tossed the poor girl in the air like some kind of rag doll. To make matters worse, Abe and Preston were only adding fuel to the fire. Grabbing her brother’s face, who was hovering over her to protect his darling sister, Cecily teethed, “[color=#FBEC5D]Use your speed to get May out of here. I’ll be fine.[/color]” 

Crawling out of his grasp, she yelled, “[color=#FBEC5D]Now, Abe![/color]” With little to no energy, Cecily picked herself up and brought her attention to Dante, “[color=#FBEC5D]Get her checked by the nurse or something, don’t just stand there.[/color]” 

And then she looked at her colleagues, whose reaction time was at the rate of a snail - simply shaking her head. None of them had sedative powers or anything to enclose the bloody fiend. Her powers were far too dangerous in a small place like this, so instead she looked at the teachers, admitting that everyone would most definitely make matters worse. All those who attended the party either had mind control abilities which didn’t do shit to him or abilities like her’s. There were few powers like Price’s, who could make Attie sick, but even then, that would infuriate him. Sure, it was bad on her ego, but she knew that the teachers could handle the idiot in a matter of seconds,  “[color=#FBEC5D]He’s all your’s.[/color]” 

Cecily knew the Son of Ares was at a point where they would need an elephant tranquilizer or an unbreakable barrier to enclose him until he calmed down. She knew Dr. Tsvetanov could easily trap Attie, while Mr. Clark not only had the ability to steady the brute’s heart, but could also close his wounds so he wouldn’t bleed to death. Then she could see the reigns be given to Dr. Grint, who would put the student in a deep sleep, allowing Mr. Blake and Ms. Hawthorne to take him to the infirmary for inspection since they’ve dealt with Atticus multiple times before. Without a doubt, Mr. Drake would likely follow behind his fiance, and Mr. Clarke had no choice but to come along since as of now, he was the healer on campus. The nurse wasn’t in (not like Cecily knew that). Meanwhile, the rest of the faculty and staff members would take care of the students and make sure they left in an orderly fashion. [/indent]