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[b][h3]ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN[/h3][/b]

Chloe shrunk back as others began to assess and work away at Davil, turning her face away from the group as she paced towards a nearby tree. She'd lean against it while facing away from the group, her arms crossed and her hands gripping tightly at her elbows. Rio would begin to stomp towards Alto in the meantime, cold bloodlust plain as day in his eyes, his hands balled into fists. The professor simply watched on unbothered, his attention mostly on the approaching brawler and occasionally on the medical procedure around Davil.

[i]"I could also just put him out of his misery. Although, really, it feels like an oversight, to put something as important as healing on us students."[/i]

The words were uttered so plainly that Chloe jolted to attention immediately, while Alto would nonchalantly shrug towards Hildegunde's words. "The risks were high when you all applied. If what you were wanting was a trip along the coddled path like those whimsical princes and princesses over at the Dandelily Institute, you won't find it here. Strigari Academy is even less caring for their students' immediate safety, I'll have you know. Getting off with broken bones and a bit of vomit, well... it's kindness, compared to what those Shaktans put their brightest through in the capital." Chloe paid no attention to this, and turned to face the group once more, a glare locked on Hildegunde. Apart from this, however, she would say nothing, her arms still folded.

As all this went on, Davil complied with the instructions of all those tending to him, to the best of his ability, calming himself and doing his best to avoid moving more than necessary. His eyes slowly moved in acknowledgement towards Otis. Despite the pain, intent burned in those hazel orbs. One blink, and then another to indicate his desire as he maintained eye contact with the Strigidae. He wasn't squirming and writhing anymore, due to Chunji's comforting spell. It would end up being the sole thing that prevented him from convulsing in shock, once the mending of his ribs began.

As shards within his torso began to repair themselves and slowly return to their proper places from Iraleth's holy essence, Davil grunted and grit his teeth so hard it seemed as if they would shatter. His left arm remained snapped and his left fractured, and the bruises and cuts lining his exposed skin with them, but the most immobilizing injury appeared to be taken care of first. He coughed, spat and hacked as the mending completed, his ribs presumably restored. He'd look across those gathered near him, and a faint smile crept up his face. "Thanks, you guys. I won't let this effort go to waste, I promise," Davil would sheepishly mutter.

Alto let out a cough with an 'ahem', clapping his hands together. "That's all the time I can reasonably give to gather your bearings. We're on the clock, and I want to be able to tell my coworkers that I had a good first class, so let's all continue! The mannekin are ready by now, I think."

At the exact moment that the instructor had finished those words, two arrows soared from out of the shadows an unknown distance away behind him. Through a forest of trees and bushes, they aimed true towards Otis and Davil. Rio's eyes ignited with fire at this surprise attack as he closed the rest of the gap between him and Alto with a dash, and began to swing a punch towards his face. Chloe hadn't yet realized that the situation had taken a turn for the violent, and was still processing all of these events just as the arrows entered sight.