Vino wasn't exactly thrilled about being fed by his sister, as good as the food was the act was a bit too much for his social sensibilities. As much as he loathed to admit it, he would have to give this round to her. Still, every time he tried to get a word in edgewise to tell her to stop she'd shove another spoonful of food in. Annoying, if delicious.
"
Look-"
His eyes widened as he noticed her take from the disgusting pile of spit-reject and he quickly locked his mouth tight and turned his head away, waving one of the white napkins on the table like a flag.
"
I surrender, I surrender already!"
It was not a message Atticus seemed to have received at the other end of the room, as his tendrils violently ripped apart their table for no goddamn discernible reason. Vino was stunned, temporarily, as his support disintegrated and he fell forward, covered in a substance that resembled blood far too much for his taste. Was it sanitary? Was he injured? Was
anyone injured?
"
A-are you guys all right?"
Aside from his bloodied appearance and now
ruined dress, Vino didn't appear to be any worse for wear, nor did anyone else as far as he could tell. Still, it wasn't quite time to relax. Atticus didn't seem to be actively trying to kill them at the moment, but that could change in a heartbeat. Until he was either knocked out or dead, Vino wouldn't be able to relax. The man all but terrified him, it was one thing to be an asshole, but Atticus was a psychotically insane asshole with superpowers. Superpowers that Vino, despite his heritage, mostly lacked. It was not a good match-up for him in a conflict, and with Atticus there was
always a conflict.
He was getting ready to skedaddle when Olivia caught his attention. It was rare to find someone in the school who wasn't a complete asshole, Vino's circle of friends included. Instead she even seemed to proactively try to
help people when she could. It was something Ryan could respect, especially since his powers rarely seemed to help
anyone when they came into play. Still, right now she seemed to be trying to help Atticus, which was probably not a very good idea given the situation. With a sigh, he turned to his friends and with almost a defeated attitude said;
"
You guys should probably get out of here while psycho's distracted. I'm going to do something stupid before catching up."
Not that he actually wanted to get involved with the situation, but until the teachers actually had Atticus knocked out the daughter of Poseidon was liable to get herself killed. Atticus, at the moment, was more liable to yell something like "
Who dares douse the son of Ares?" and impale her than thank her for putting out the fires. Besides, if he actually burnt to death it would be less of a headache for everyone else on campus for the rest of the year.
Quickly he made his way over, and positioned himself between Atticus and Olivia, with a nervous glance towards the former.
"
Uh, Liv? On the chance that he really hates water, maaaaybe you should leave well enough alone until he's sedated? Or dead. I kinda think the 'on fire' thing was helping with the second option."
Surely the teachers would have this handled soon, they wouldn't let him actually
kill one of the other students. He may have put himself between the raging demigod and Olivia, but he really wasn't looking forward to actually being put to use as a Human shield. With another sigh he ran a bloodied hand through his wig and tried to calm his nerves.
There was never going to be a peaceful year at this academy, he just knew it.