Blake was ready to give it his all to blast the mass of demons back to hell-- or wherever they came from. They were in a pretty dire situation, after all. As he proceeded with the first verse of a slightly more powerful spell, he was able to feel his energy draining from his core- lightheaded and exhausted, he was determined to finish, as long as it meant that that night wouldn't be their last.
About mid-chant, as if someone had heard their pleas, the creatures that had them surrounded suddenly imploded then burst into fire. It burned brighter than normal, something he had never seen before. Soon enough the sky was filled with smoke laced with an odd afterglow, which suggested that not only had the demons within their vicinity been reduced to ashes, but the imps around the rest of the school as well- possibly even the entire city. It was the demonic purge. At that moment, Blake reveled at the light show. His eyes glinted with the new-found hope, but his happiness quickly switched to confusion and shock as he joined in the students' chorus of "what the hell"s and "holy shit"s.
"Did we just get punked?" he asked no one in particular as he shuffled around for a few moments looking for hidden cameras. It was definitely unexpected and had put the group in shock, but nonetheless he was grateful.
He scanned their group after the demons' burning demise and hadn't noticed until a bit later the arrival of four other people-- or three. A student, two overdressed yet elegant women and... a dude in a giant suit of armour. Blake couldn't comprehend, but simply brushed it off and greeted the female student that sat atop the shining death-knight-thing. Blake looked back at the group and assessed their situation:Hunter, a student he'd recognized as soon as he got a good look at him, remembering him from that time a P.E class went wrong. When did he get his shoulder bit? Shit. The red-head, however, was someone he had never seen around the academy before. The boy had a pixie-esque familiar with him, and he looked to be at the verge of fainting. Did all the blood make him queasy? Damn, he's gonna have to get used to that if he's planning on making it through the battlefield.
"Yo--" He backtracked through what the girl mentioned a few minutes back, Ego said there were people around- Ego, one of her familiars? She had to be told that there were other people other than Hunter? Why would she need--
Oh.
Shiiit.
A sudden pang of pity hit him, slowly nodding at her condition. He switched his focus back to the situation at hand as a light 'thud' was heard behind him, glancing back and finding the young boy on the floor. Blake walked towards him and turned him over, struggling to read his name-tag under all the dried blood.
"Stephen... Jelly"? He chuckled to himself as he set the name-tag back into the boy's jacket.
"But what do we do about our friend here?" his partner inquired.
"No probs, I got him. For a while at least. Hun'ner, since your shoulder's kinda hurt," Blake pointed to the sniper's wound- "-I'll take care of mister gelatine over here." The exorcist hoisted the unconscious body over his shoulder in one try, nearly dropping the young boy on his head as he heaved a little too hard, but quickly managed to gain a firm grip on his legs. Stephen was heavier than he looked.
"We should get you guys to the infirmary as soon as possible, but first we also gotta check what the hell caused the fire and yeah-- maybe meet up with the others. Y'know just-incase." he said to the group as he walked towards the courtyard and the gates. It was like being on a tightrope with Blake trying hard to balance walking, speaking and keeping his butt clenched in order to keep his claws retracted and refrain from slicing into Stephen's legs.
The struggle was real.
He turned to Jace as they made their way outside, "You carry him after this please." Blake groaned.
