Academy of Arms!

Lance had been surprised to be so casually removed from the fight. He had been irate when he realized that Ivan had chosen not to use the opening he had created by drawing Jadon's attention. And all things considered, he was more than content to watch two idiots beat the living daylights out of each other while he pretended to look for an opening. He needed to check the other fights too, or else he risked another Inquisitor blindsiding him. Things were going about as one would expect them to; the Inquisitors overwhelming the first and seconds years, who were quickly losing any momentum they may have had. But things took a startling and potentially lethal turn as the red-head took an errant blow from someone's mace, falling to the floor like a lead weight spewing blood.

Lance felt his face pale as he realized what deep shit he may be in. If the wound was half as bad a it looked, the girl's death was a very real possibility. If the girl died, it would lead to a very thorough investigation on the circumstances leading to the fight. And in the event of such an investigation, Lance doubted he would get out unscathed. He had barely been allowed to continue attendance after the incident last year, if it got out that he had provoked the fight that lead to a girl's death...

Lance brought his attention back to Jadon. There wasn't much he could do at this point other than hope it didn't go that far. He would have to see to it that Jadon was soundly beaten, and then start setting up someone to take the fall if things went south. But Jadon was the primary concern right now. And he was currently in a fistfight with who may be the only person in the school both taller and more muscular than himself, to whom he was giving his undivided attention. It was hardly any effort at all to run up behind and sweep his feet out from under him with his scythe.

Jadon fell right as Ivan landed another punch to his jaw. As he hit the floor he reached out to grab Lance, but found himself grasping nothing but air; Lance had already put distance between them again. Not only was this action futile, he had contorted his body in such a way while doing it that he whipped his head right into the floor and had left himself nearly defenseless to further attack from the giant he had been fighting a mere moment before. "This is why you didn't graduate last year, Jadon. You let the heat of battle consume you and stop thinking. Maybe now the Inquisitors will finally see that too."
 
Emil sat back and sighed, watching the chaos unfold. He slid a knife down his sleeve and into his hand. No way would he be caught with his pants down... Metaphorically speaking, of course. He glances over to Natalie, who was now holding what looked like just a sword shaft. She taps a button on it, and a long blade pops out. She gently sets it on the table next to her. After a brief moment, he grins, and sets a knife down next to him.

"This is kind of intense. I like it."

"I'm pretty sure that that's the most attractive thing you've ever said."

She giggles slightly, and he felt his cheeks turn a light shade of red. He had no idea why he was doing it, but he was. He casually looks back into the chaos and watches Lance taunt Jadon. He couldn't help but let amusement show on his face. Two elites battling it out, one specialized in a deadly style, the other specializing in beating that style. Emil had to appreciate the use of the scythe, it was ingenious how Lance could use it in such an expert manner.

He averted his attention briefly to watch Georgia. He was silently rooting for her, having taken a liking to her fiery attitude.

(Edit: Sorry if this post seems useless. I'm gonna be sitting this fight scene out. School work and sports are keeping me super busy.)
 
Even as he trudged carefully forwards, making sure to keep his low profile low, Adam couldn't help but be distracted by his lack of ability to do anything other than act as a support. Nobody was doing anything for Georgia - nobody could. He silently cursed Emil upon glancing briefly at him, while he remained flirting with his new squeeze, so it seemed. Adam couldn't take it upon himself - though he knew the injury could prove fatal if left like it was, possibly even proving immediately deadly, he valued Ivan far more than he did Georgia. Though he was not even licensed to practise medicine, he had still taken his grandfather's oath - not the Hippocratic one, but a Hypocratic one. One that condoned anything, as long as it was to advance science. One that allowed for cruelty and neglect, if it the "doctor's" judgement stated it was a good idea. He held true to this, and ignored the pool of blood. Jadon was close... So very, very close.

Ivan, though vaguely irritated by Lance coming back in once again, was smart enough to realise that he needed the help. Thus, the only things he did when Lance taunted, were what came naturally. Namely taunting and further beating.
"You feel shame, yes?"
The question, asked in a cuttingly condescending manner, was delivered with a swift axe kick to keep Jadon down, at which the opposing brawler simply grunted with the effort of not bending to the crushing weight. Wanting to see the face of who he was beating to a pulp properly, Ivan lifted Jadon up by the scruff of his shirt, and delivered an onslaught of left hooks to Jadon. "Take this! This is from me! From Doctor! And from all the people you have caused misery!"
After taking the concluding blow, Jadon was thrown violently to the floor, bleeding and likely aching. However, he was not the group's tank for nothing - attacks like that would leave a mark, but that was essentially it. Nevertheless, Jadon's effort being used in fighting Ivan was beginning to show, in that his stance was slightly off. However, it was swiftly corrected, to which Ivan responded by throwing a massive right straight, using his dominant hand for power. Though it did not connect with the nose it had wanted to meet so little, the gap in Jadon's guard was enough for his left fist to deliver a hefty - if not overly-powerful - blow instead. Jadon then continued to the fist fight they had had before, only this time, Jadon seemed a lot angrier. This was obvious, but it seemed that the anger was increasing how much power and technique was in each blow, as opposed to swapping technique for power.
 
His mace was out of his hand, he wasn't sure where and he couldn't get too good of a look around with this girl punching him in the face. Not to mention hitting him with a bat. The forward lunge was something he had not been expecting, although Brant knew it was one possible way of making his mace less effective, he hadn't realized who this person was. Now he remembered what everyone had been saying, elite of the Elite. This batch of assholes were known as the Inquisitors, more skilled and arrogant than other Elites and were particular in focusing their attention on First Year upstarts.

One thing Brant liked about being the new guy was the people with more experience underestimated you. Underestimating Brant was a mistake no one made twice. Brant had this chicks rhythm and when her fist came down for his face again, he moved aside at the last moment, her fist smashing against the floor. She cried out and the swing with her bat was off. Brant bucked and twisted around before Allure could recover from the surprise pain in her hand, throwing her balance off and further upsetting her rhythm and catching the bat and then grabbing her wrist. As he moved, he spared a quick glance and looked for Georgia and found her laying near by with her axe on the ground. The mace he used had blood staining its flanges. Georgia could be seriously injured. A grim expression set on Brant's face as he continued his movement.

Brant got Allure's batting arm in an arm-bar and with no ceremony or pause, Brant abruptly thrust his hips upward and pulled on Allure's forearm. With a pop, Allure's elbow was out of place. Using a push-like kick, ignoring her screams and groans, he shoved Allure away from him before scrabbling toward Georgia. Finding her unconscious and bleeding profusely, he scooped her up into his arms and as carefully as he could, barreled his way through everyone on his way to the infirmary.
 
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"Rrrraaahh!"

Marshals shouts were just as demoralizing to his opponents and his skills were intimidating. He was an intense combatant and each swing of his switchblade grew closer and closer to Tobias' knuckles, who wore a clear expression of concern on his face. He couldn't just dodge forever. Not with a crowd around them and definitely not against the opponent he now faced.

One swing was about to come too close when a flash of metal was all Tobias caught. Marshal seemed to stop cold, turning his head to look at someone.
"One at a time, sweet cakes! That's rude manners, you know!" Marshal hollered.

Kenzi! She had attacked him with her shuriken, trying to provide an opening for Tobias against the foe that outmatched him. Tobias squandered the chance however, stunned not over her decision to involve herself. He had faith in Kenzi. He was shocked at how effortlessly Marshal had protected himself even while his eyes were trained on Tobias. This hesitance when he looked at her was the last mistake he was granted. When Tobias' eyes shifted back to where Marshal had been but a few moments ago... he was gone. His panic was quickly replaced by fear when his legs were kicked out from under him, sending his spear out of his hands where it clattered against the tiles of the cafeteria floor. Before he even had a chance to recover a searing pain struck him in the back of his legs.

"AAAHH!" the sound of agony was crisp and clear in his voice.

"TOBIAS!"
Kenzi's shout cut through the crowd of students, above all of their screams and comments about the fight.

Both muscles had been slashed. In one fell swoop, Tobias had lost. His fingers curled tightly into balled fists, his knuckles white with strain as he struggled to lift himself up from the floor. That was when it happened. His own pain seemed to fade away, his stomach turned and his heart sank at the sight of Georgia, eyes glazed over and bleeding profusely from the side of her face as she fell and hit the floor, hard. She was either out... or she was gone. It was impossible for Tobias to tell, but he feared the worst. Brant's mace sat next to her, it's flanges coated in her blood. He was able to do nothing for her now, completely unable to get to her and so much as check on her vitals.

Marshal was quick to move on, giving Georgia but a single, brief look.
"Too bad, really. I was looking forward to shutting the bitch up myself." he scoffed, cranking his head to the side which caused a series a loud pops to come from his neck. Marshal's eyes once again fell to Kenzi, an unbalanced smile forming. "Looks like I'll have to take it all out on you instead." he taunted, flipping his switchblades around in his hands. In an instant he leaned forward, running straight for her and closing the distance in no time, taking a swipe at the arm with the pricked finger from her own throwing star.
 
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As soon as Tobias's shout of agony struck across the air, so did thud of Georgia's body went it the floor. Kenzi's eyes were so wild and unfocused that she couldn't get a good glimpse at exactly what caused her friend to drop like a bag of potatoes. All she was aware of was were that the screams of the cafeteria heightened so much that Kenzi could barely hear herself think anymore. She caught the flash of red on the side of Georgia's face. Even getting hit that hard didn't cause one scream to utter out of her mouth. It was contact, ground, nothingness. Kenzi stood plastered, trembling from head to toe in fear and confusion. Was Georgia okay? Was Tobias alright? Where were the others? Where was Anthony? Did Lance get hurt by Jadon? What was happening to Ivan? Adam? Was he...Brant...That bat...Issac...

She had no chance offered to her when her navy blue eyes caught Marshal careening towards her, switchblades kept in a white knuckled grip, the blades still slick with Tobais's blood.


Kenzi was much quicker than that.

With no effort at all, she simply sidestepped Marshal, letting out a high pitched 'Yah!' before slamming her elbow in the back of his neck. There was a satisfactory yelp from him along with a white fire of pain in her arm. The move was stupid, but she had to do something to slow him up. When it came to speed, Kenzi was clearly unmatched. Inquisitor or not; she was who she was. Kenzi kept her momentum perfect when Marshal leaned his entire body to the right, flinging out his left arm that still held onto the switchblade. Again, Kenzi easily avoided this swipe by taking a step back. In the same movement, the leg that was off the ground shot upwards, her polished, black shoe knocking straight against his hand.

She heard a bone crack through the chaos.

"AUUGH!" It was either the sound of pain or frustration. Or both. The blade flew from his hand which meant he had and open palm to do whatever he wished. Kenzi's spine cracked with fear when the palm of his free and clamped on her ankle. The two locked eyes, Kenzi's terrified and blue, Marshal's wild and red. He had her right where he wanted her, not even bothering to give her a menacing comment, cracking a deranged smile at her instead. With one simple movement, Kenzi's fingers shot towards her satchel, but too late. Marshal used all the strength he had in his good hand and pulled her leg, sweeping her right off of her feet and flying backwards.

Her head cracked against the ground, her cries of pain mixed in with that of Allure's. Even though she knew unconsciousness was soon coming to her, Kenzi's body moved on will and will alone. The hand that had previously shot to her satchel never left and, still on the ground with her ankle still in Marshal's hand, she drew out a single star and tossed it as hard as she could.

It landed right in the side of his neck, sending him reeling down towards the ground, screaming out incoherently. Kenzi's entire body shut down, a temporary paralysis sweeping down her spine as she lay on the ground. Her head rocked over to get one more look at Georgia, watching her body be scooped up by Brant and rushed off to who knew where. Glasses askew, Kenzi's eyes glazed over with a ringing whiteness, knowing that in short seconds, she would be out.
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GM NOTE

Ohhhh man. Tobias, Brant,Georgia,Allure, Marshal, and Kenzi are out of this! That leaves the rest of you to your decisions! Do you kick ass like Brant and Kenzi and remain the victor of the fight or do you lose to your opponent like Georgia and Tobias?! It could be either or, just know that when the bell rings, it rings, and the fighting will immediately stop. Pick your poison but make it a good one! My next post will be the bell!

KICK SOME ASS!

Or get yours kicked. That works too. >>
 
Phonz had seemed to be quite the worthy adversary and Anthony was enjoying every moment of it, that is until he heard the cries of others. He was allowed a very brief moment to look away when Isaac attacked but instead of looking away Anthony continued on with the fight knowing full well the smallest mistake could be his loss. The smell of blood quickly penetrated his nose as he took a step backwards and prepared to strike the final blow.

"Alright Isaac i need you to be ready. Let's end this before anymore chaos ensues. I know i sure as hell don't want to be here when the teachers arrive."

With that Anthony readied his sword and held the gun in his free hand. The one handed grip on his katana left his strikes with less power but the gun gave him an extremely varied attack style. Phonz was prepared for the attacks and got into a counter defensive after Isaac had attempted a sneak attack. The mute's face held little to no emotion for a while until he looked over and saw Marshall falling to the ground with a shuriken in his neck. The mute became enraged rather quickly and rushed Isaac who had only a staff to defend himself with. Anthony quickly intervened and allowed himself to take the blow of the nunchucks to his side once again. The second strike on his ribs seemed even more forceful than the first and nearly knocked him off balance although giving him the perfect opening to finish the battle.

As Phonz went to recover the strike of his nunchucks Anthony stabbed his katana into the chain links of his opponent's weapon and stuck it into a table so as to eliminate the worry of another attack. He quickly held the gun point blank at Phonz's forehead and glared deep into his eyes. The trigger of the barrel clicked as the sound of a bullet was loaded into the chamber, Anthony was no longer fooling around especially since he smelled blood around him.

"You may not want to speak but i know that this round is over. Get the hell out of here before i load real bullets and splatter that quiet little mind of yours all over the floor."

The mute glared defiantly for a few moments before realizing that he would not be able to avoid a point blank shot combined with the fact that with even an empty shell it would kill him. Phonz held his hands up in defeat before walking away. Anthony kept his eyes on his opponent until they left the cafeteria. He then loosened up and holstered his gun before grabbing his side and retrieving his sword from the table. He quickly looked around to survey his surroundings only to notice that Georgia and the mace wielder were missing, Tobias was bleeding on the ground and Kenzi seemed to be fading. The bear man was still fighting the others seemed quite occupied as well. Anthony wasn't in too much of shape to help with any of the other fights so he walked over to Kenzi.

"Hey, Kenzi get up. Hey. Don't give out on me now. Dangit come on Kenzi. Hey you elite asshole. I swear to god if she doesn't wake up soon i will hunt you down."

Anthony glared over at Marshall who seemed to be too preoccupied with the star in his neck. Instead Anthony attempted to hoist Kenzi up and take her to the medical ward. As soon as he lifted her up he could feel a sharp pain in the side of his chest, he could tell that a rib or two were broken from taking the strikes from the nunchucks.
 
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Anger was driving Jadon - fist after fist after fist drove itself into Ivan, each one landing with sickening efficiency. Ivan, though he was deadly, was still only a Second Year - he relied more on brute force than technique, and he couldn't match someone whose strength was on par with his, and whose technique was evidently superior. Thus, it seemed inevitable that Ivan would seem to be losing, his own motivation - Adam being hurt - not enough to match the sheer rage coursing through Jadon's veins. In a finalising blow, a vicious right uppercut was delivered, sending Ivan towards the floor - his unconscious body hit the floor with a heavy 'thud.' And, though he had not underestimated Ivan, Jadon had made one fatal mistake - he had ignored the sadist with a bonesaw.

"IVAN! OH, THAT'S IT, YOU OVERSIZED SONOFABITCH! I WILL SEVER YOUR LIMBS AND BEAT YOUR [redacted] FACE IN WITH THEM! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOUR [redacted] BLOOD WILL BE ON THE [redacted] FLOOR WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU!"
In his storm of blind fury, Adam chaarged forward with his saw held back, his shout of untainted anger trumping all other sounds. Jadon, having had his senses temporarily dulled by the repeated blows to his being, was slower to react than he would have liked - by the time he had turned, Adam's saw was just about to make progress. All of his previous reservations had been discarded, and he was solely focussed on taking down the tank in front of him. With startling swiftness and an alarming amount of precision, the serrated edge ploughed through Jadon's left forearm, leaving a gash where it had contacted. The antiseptic cream was fulfilling its impromptu purpose - in the sense that the gash stung like a wasp. Yet more of the same were delivered unto the tank of a student, though he was now expecting the blows - nevertheless, sizeable cuts were rapidly materialising all over his body, all of them caused by the same person, and the same weapon.

"I am going to amputate your [redacted] head - I AM a doctor."
The pointed edge was held to Jadon's throat, his wounds oozing blood like a macabre jam doughnut in a pin factory. It was steadily being pressed into his neck - one false move, and it was obvious that he would not hesitate to create an opening in his throat. And, nobody was stopping him. His giant of a friend was out cold, everyone else was injured or preoccupied, and Lance... Well, he didn't know what Lance would do.
"Look at you... You aren't a doctor."
"You're right, I'm not. But I can still kill you."
"But what good would that bring you? It wouldn't make you any more competent. You let that fiery little mutt lay on the floor until her friend ran over and pick her up. Four-Eyes got the same treatment. You couldn't even help the only person in this school who respects you. You're no man of medicine... You can't even be called a quack. You're a sadist with weaponry, and not a single person in the school is safe with you skulking the hallways. You're a crazed killer. A madman. A psychotic little boy, sent here because he was too smart for an asylum, but not mentally stable enough to be allowed into everyday life. You don't belong here - you don't belong anywhere."
 
Things were beginning to wind to a close now, Lance observed, as the various fights ended. That any of the Inquisitors had been defeated by the others, even in the form of a draw, was genuinely shocking to him; he had fully expected them to be crushed by the so-called 'Elite of the Elite,' with only his own fight ending in an Inquisitor defeat. And after Ivan had gone down, Lance had thought that he would have to be quick to ensure that Jadon actually went down. As it happened, he didn't have to do anything at all. The little doctor rushed him with the bonesaw he had coated in something earlier- Lance thought it to be some form of poison, presumably paralysis- and Jadon visibly flinched at each cut, even the ones he had attempted to block. Something stinging and painful then? He couldn't be sure without asking. It wasn't long until the doctor had his weapon to Jadon's throat, a surprising development; one which Lance would have been thrilled with if he didn't have a potential criminal investigation to worry about.

"I know you love the sound of your voice, Jadon, but I think it's high time you shut the hell up." Lance was walking toward the two from behind Jadon, who couldn't see that he was holding his scythe low to sweep his feet out from under him again. Normally he wouldn't fall for the same thing twice- but this was far from a normal matter. "Normally I'd leave you to your work, doctor, but it would be.... inconvenient for me to have anyone dying today." He swept out Jadon's legs again and held his scythe high in the air for a just a moment, a moment in which Jadon's eyes widened in the horror of realization. Lance's scythe fell with grim precision and savage power, striking Jadon's left shin with a sickening CRACK. Jadon yelled in pain as his leg broke in two, and before he could retaliate Lance kicked him in the side and rolled him away, twisting the newly broken leg into an inhuman angle. ​"Although I don't think I'll be needing to worry about a broken leg. Or a certain meat-head, ever again."
 
It briefly occurred to Brant that he didn't really know where the infirmary was. After ducking a weapon or two to make it out of the cafeteria he charged down the hallway, leaving behind him a trail of people foolish enough not to get out of his way. His feet pounded against the hallway floor, covering up the sound of Georgia's blood hitting the ground as well. She had bled so much, was still bleeding, he could feel it soaking through his shirt as he tried to hold her head against him to stop the flow of blood.

It was hard to see, Allure had left bruises on his face that had swollen up enough to obscure his vision.
Students screamed, teachers cried out "Oh my god!" Brant ignored them, just letting his legs guide him until he found himself barging into the infirmary, students starting to gather around the door behind him. "I need help here!" he shouted into the large room, it was almost like an emergency room at a hospital. He hadn't stopped, after carefully setting Georgia onto a bed he pulled open some near by drawers and knocked over jars. Finding gauze he pressed it to Georgia's face where the bleeding was, god she was so pale.

Several seconds after he blasted into the infirmary, overturning things in his urgency, teachers pushed through the crowd of students and nurses came to guide him away. He slapped away the hands that tried to guide him to a different bed so he could be tended, still tense from the fight and the flight here. Brant looked on Georgia, now surrounded by bustling nurses, he knew there was nothing he could do now and they probably saw this kind of thing all the time. Apologizing to the nurse who had tried to help him, he let himself be led to another bed where the nurse started cleaning the blood from his face, always glancing back at Georgia's bed.

The crowd of students was being dispersed and now that Brant wasn't in a fight or running for some one's life, his body began to shake with the adrenaline, also becoming aware of the dull pain in his face and how much blood he had on him. Some was his own, most of it was Georgia's. Brant didn't like it but now all he could do was sit here, getting stitched up as he waited for news about Georgia's condition. He tried not to shake too much.
 
Those Inquistors had really caused a stir. It took a group of people to take a couple of them down, but they're not unbeatable. Issac and Anthony seemed to take down Phonz without so much trouble. Then again, Anthony did most of the work. Issac had distracted Phonz for a bit until Anthony had gotten him to surrender. He was using a gun though, which seemed unfair. Either way he was glad to come out relatively unscathed and that he didn't have to fight as much. He didn't like fighting just for the hell of it. He fought for defense.

Skirmishes still lasted a bit with some people taking on more of the Inquisitors, but what really caught Issac's attention was the people that were down and out. This school was getting crazy, point in case: people can die. Kenzi and her friend, Georgia, seem to have been knocked out in the battle. Issac rushed to her side trying to assess the situation. He checked her vitals and it seemed that she was not doing so well. He had no choice but to take her to the infirmary. Being the first year that he is, he did some research on the school and memorized the map. It being a fighting school, the infirmary was the first place he noted.

Soon, Anthony had taken her over his shoulders and he almost collapsed. This was really bad. "Hey Anthony, I got it. Don't strain yourself." Knowing he would probably reject his offer, he went to try and support him. He was in much better condition to help. No need to have more injuries than there need to be.
 
Though grudgingly, Adam accepted that Kaine's decision was probably best, and put his bonesaw back on his belt. Now, however, he faced a different problem - getting Ivan to the infirmary. The boy looked awful - cuts, bruises, blood, possible fractures... The list could go on. Adam didn't need a pseudo-medical license to tell that. And so, mustering all the strength he had in his body, he attempted to lift Ivan's unconscious frame. However, as was expected, Ivan weighed what felt like forty-two metric tonnes - to Adam, anyway. Nevertheless, Adam was unrelenting in his attempts to haul his friend somewhere more suited to him being taken care of, gradually inching himself and his quarry towards the general direction of the exit. The strain being put upon Adam was clear to see, but still he pulled, still he tried. He didn't want Ivan to just be ignored - he didn't deserve it.

yes, there was the fact that he had broken a First-Year's nose. But he had been provoked - he had tried to ignore the child, but that had not seemed a sufficient answer. Yes, he was huge, violent, and had a strength on par with Jadon's - but he only used it in fights, he never fought outside of the ring unless he was provoked. Or, in the most recent case, if one of his friends was in need of his defence. Yes, he was able to use a minigun and a shotgun - but he had earned them. He had worked for the right to use them - and now, just because he was provoked, and then because he was defending his friend, Adam thought that he would be disallowed further use of either. The least he could do for the lug was take him to the infirmary - but, as usual, his lack of upper body strength was evident.
Most prominently in how comical, yet oddly desperate, the scene was.
 
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Broooooooooooooooop.

It happened. The bell rang and all of the chaos had dwindled down to a close, stop, or whimper of pain. There were still students careening this way and that, trying to get out of the blunt of the uprising against the Inquisition and everyone else. The next class was a short 7 minutes away, and if they were late, their weapons would have been confiscated out of their innocent hands. Thinking with their weapons more than their morals, wave after wave of students fled from their seats, trying desperately to zip out of any of the three doors lining the far back of the room. That would have been possible if there wasn't a teacher stationed at each and every one of the exits, only having 3. It was as if the entire cafeteria held it's breath, nothing else but the cluttering and clattering of dishes in the wash room being the only sound.

Rolan Sensei, stationed in front of the left wing door stood with his hands poised behind his back, frowned towards everything and body he saw. His eyes did a quick scan around the room, taking in the spots of blood, overturned tables, frantic girls grabbing their friends close while huddling behind a fallen chair, men trying to pick themselves up from the ass kicking they had just received. It was all too similar to that morning, only worse. There was a high amount of blood on the floor; too much to be seen in a cafeteria, at that. If it were the SAD arena, then it would have been credible, but in the middle of lunch? His hands continued to stay firm behind his back, his right hand leaning slightly as evidence of his fingers gripped around the handle of his taser.

"Again. 2 hours haven't even passed yet."

"An hour and 54 minutes. It's close enough,"came Konome's response. She was just as stoic as he, standing in front of the middle door that was not even 10 feet away from the side doors. Her cape was gone, replaced by nothing but a black vest with an accentuating white blouse beneath it, her black hair hanging lifelessly on her shoulder. If her age didn't look it, one would have mistaken her for an Inquisitor herself, ladled in all black with the look of disinterest in her eyes. She scanned the crowd just like Rolan Sensei, making sure to keep a fine eye on the puddles of blood on the floor. Not one student spoke up, all of them staring wildly at the teachers plastered in front of their only exits. It wasn't until Konome's eyes hit the familiar hazel tint of Tobias's head that her voice rose.

"You. Spear,"she barked out towards him, a sign that he had better get up and answer her. A shuttering cough told her that he was in no position to speak...which pissed her off. "That pansy sack of bones..."she muttered, keeping her eyes trained on Tobias just in case he decided to speak up.

"They're not going to tell us what happened."

"What choice do they have?"

"Plenty. Kids don't like to snitch on other kids. You know that."

"And kids don't like needles gauged in their eyes either, Rolan. They'll tell us." The two snapped silent at the exact same time, catching each and every student's gaze. Rolan Sensei frowned, pointing his taser directly at Adam's chest. A student or two cried out in fear, but the familiar cracking sound didn't ring out. The aiming threat was enough.

"You. Back away from boy and come here. Now." He was referring to Jadon who was whimpering extremely loudly in pain, his leg at an awkward angle. Rolan Sensei gave Lance one glare before keeping his eyes glued to Adam, the taser not moving whatsoever. That 'now' was harsh, and he meant now. Konome, on the other hand, flicked her eyes to Lance as well, nodding upward with her chin in the air.

"Grab your friend and bring him to the infirmary. The rest of you need to get past Mil to get to your classes,"she smirked once before the expression fell away, sweeping herself away from the view of the crowd, knowing that the two students mentioned would not be far behind. "You have 5 minutes." Lance grabbed Tobias by the shoulders so as not to further disturb the gashes in his legs, before the two men walked out of the door Konome was guarding, heading directly for the Second and First Year infirmary with the others. Rolan Sensei waited until both Adam and Ivan were in proximity to lower his taser, walking out of the other door he was guarding as a signal for them to follow him straight into his office.

The rest of the students stared wildly at the last teacher before them. He didn't look older than they did, hair short cropped and pale green. His eyes were the color of tanned caramel, magnifying a width or behind his glasses. He was just as tall as Rolan, however, so any mistakes of him being a mere student were out the window. There was a book placed to his mouth that lowered once the other two teachers were out of the door. He slid a look to their direction before looking back at the students, blinking innocently.

"....4 minutes." That got the students riled again, zipping from their seats and peeling off to class as fast as their trembling legs would take them. Mil kept his blank expression in play, knowing that most of the students in his next class would be at the infirmary, meaning his class would have to be slightly postponed. As was his luck.



"...ey, Ken.....up. H...Don...ive out on...Dangit...ome on Kenz..." She could barely make out who was speaking towards her, so she didn't bother. Whoever it was knew who she was so she must have been in safe arms. Arms? Is that were she was? She could have sworn she was lying on the floor in the cafeteria, staring at the body of...of...

"...ey Anthony, I...it....ont strain...rself." Anthony. That's where she was. She was in Anthony's arms being carried to...somewhere safe she hooped. The other voice looped and lulled in and out of her head, too unfocused and in pain to try to clearly make it out. The boy knew Anthony, so he must have also been a friend of hers?

"...rgia..."she muttered. There was a clanking sound that interrupted her thoughts, and if that was not bad enough, having her body being placed on something cold and metallic was. There was a sheet or two that hit her elbows, but the metal got her upset, a whimper of pain and disorientation peeling from her lips.

"Geo..."

"I need help here!" Brant. She was slowly putting pieces together. She was in the infirmary with her classmates...but what happened? The last thing she remembered was Marshal's shriek of rage while she stared down at...at..Oh, God, Tobias! Where was Tobias?! Where was Adam!? And...and...where was...

"Give them space. Space." The rough, clean cut voice was Konome, now having entered the room followed by Lance holding Tobias, though Kenzi still could not see her. It was no matter. Konome simply waved off a nurse and stared directly at Brant once he stopped maneuvering Georgia's wounds. He didn't look so hot himself, but if he didn't work on her, who was? All of the other nurses were grabbing at Lance and Anthony to pay any more attention to Brant and Georgia.

"Watch her,"she snapped to him before glaring down at the Tobias now strewn across a metal table as well, his eyes were open, probably in more pain than unconsciousness. It didn't matter. "I want to know what happened and I want to know now. Give me names, birth dates, goddamn shoe sizes, I don't care. Talk." Kenzi moaned again, her hands reaching out to hold something which ended up being Issac's shirt, still muttering broken pieces of Georgia's name.

"...or...gi..."

"Talk now." Konomoe snapped, slamming her hand beside Tobias's head to wake him up if he dared think of fainting on her.
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Kyy had been skipping during the whole cafeteria fiasco, training in some nearby woods. As he walks back to the school he sees some first years and smiles at them. Being an Elite, normally most people would look down on first years but Kyy knew better. He was once the weakest first year in the school and now he was on the top of his game. He sheathes his chisa katanas before sneaking back in and just barely making it to class on time.
 
Being too far out of it to understand what was going on, Tobias hadn't even noticed the other injured students being carried off by those still able to walk. He could faintly make out the sounds of the panicked crowd, only seeing the shoes and legs of everyone bustling around him while he lay with his cheek on the cold tiled floor. His body was in shock from the blood loss, even the authoritative yelling of the teachers barely registered compared to the pain in his legs and shoulder.

"Uunnnh" His attempt at asking for help ended up being nothing but a pained groan followed by a shaky cough. That was when he suddenly has a sense of weightlessness. Had it worked? Weakly, he managed to turned his head, catching a glimpse of someone else's feet moving below him. He was being carried somewhere... but by whom? He supposed it didn't matter, as long as he was being brought to safety. "...Wh--" the second attempt at communication had at least gone better than the first, but it still wasn't anything understandable.

After walking through a few doorways, Tobias could hear the sounds of more people. They sounded older, like faculty. He couldn't quite understand everything they were saying yet, his mind still pretty out of it, but they were definitely the voices of the nurses from the academy's infirmary! He was carried to safety! Shortly after, he was laid down pretty unceremoniously on a cold metal table, but he didn't care. He least now he was someplace safe. He directed his eye upward, up to the face of the person who had brought him here. It was...

...Lance?!

Tobias could scarcely believe it! What was Lance of all people doing bringing him to the infirmary?! He must have been ordered to by one of the teachers... otherwise he couldn't imagine the violent Elite year going out of his way to help a Second Year like himself. Once again he groaned

Tobias' eyes lazily scanned the rest of the room, making note of who else had been injured and brought here to get treatment. Both Georgia and Kenzi were there. Georgia still wasn't moving, Kenzi barely still awake, much like himself. With a wary sigh, Tobias rolled his head back over, just wanting to rest. The voice of Konome Sensei being in the room alerted him a bit, though he supposed it wasn't too unexpected, given what had happened. He heard her asking about what happened and she sounded close, probably asking Lance. What he didn't realize was that she was talking to him. At least, not until her hand slammed down next to his head, rattling the metal table and Tobias with it, getting his attention immediately.

His head lifted back up, eyes snapped to the teacher who looked like she was out of patience already.
"Talk now." she ordered, the slammed hand next to his head having shaken him out of his state of shock to a degree. The preexisting fear for her helped matters. What was she asking him for? There were others who were still up, who had less pressing injuries to tend to from the looks of it. Still, he wasn't about to talk back to an irritated Konome.

"The..." he hesitated for a moment, wincing with pain when the sting of his injuries hit him full force now that he was made alert. "The big one... he knocked out..." he was again stopped when his teeth grit over the searing pain in his limbs, one eye flinching closed. His one good arm shooting over the reopened hole in his shoulder, the warm touch of blood already filling the gaps between his fingers. His eye that was still open looked up at Konome, her eyes narrowing with impatience. He knew she wouldn't tolerate being lied to or stalled.

"That punch started it... Gathered a crowd. It got out of hand... the Inquisitors showed up after the crowd condensed into a tight circle around the first incident. They fought with..." his opened eye made one more sweep around the infirmary, double checking those who had made it. "...with everyone here. Maybe more." Unless she asked for specific names of who did what, he knew better than to go into that much detail. Even trying to save face by telling her he had attempted to stop the whole thing from happening wasn't a good idea. He wasn't going to do something so selfish while the others, many he considered friends, were involved. He would share the blame with the rest of them.
 
Torn between doing what he had been forbidden to do (ramming various pointy objects into Jadon, including but not limited to needles), and following the orders issued to him. With no small measure of disdain, he rose from the floor, allowing what he had lifted of Ivan's body to fall to the floor, a slight thud sounding as he did so. The fiery determination and desperation in his eyes had dissipated into nothingness, in its stead a cold neutrality. Despite his blatant display of friendship with Ivan, he was doing what he could to remain who he had always wanted to be. When he faced Rolan, he was practically standing to attention, though he lacked the air a soldier would be emanating. His bonesaw, strapped to his side in its rightful place in its holder, no longer glistened with the crimson lifeblood that had caked the blades. Now, it had dried itself, and was simply a macabre coating on his weapon, an organic varnish.

"Yes, sir?"
The acknowledgement of his order had been delivered without n iota of defiance, yet it did not completely convey compliance. The school should have known, whether by experience or by looking at his records, that he was a wild card to quite a degree. He was unpredictable - a storm of blood and insanity one moment, a compassionate and healing man of medicine the next. In fact, the sole reason he had been put in for application - by his father, no less - was because he needed somewhere to vent his violence. The boy revelled in delight whenever he heard of a murder in the news, squealed with childish glee when he ripped out the still-beating heart of one of his patients/victims. Yet, by looking into those cold, dead, painfully neutral eyes, you wouldn't have suspected anything of him.
Yet, the neutrality could have aroused so much suspicion as well.
 
Anthony was in the middle of carrying Kenzi to the infirmary when all of the teachers arrived. He didn't even bother to look at them or listen to them as he carried Kenzi away with the help of Isaac who had come up behind him and offered his help. Anthony knew full well that he was about to be placed into a shit storm of trouble but did not hesitate in his march forwards. Isaac led them to the infirmary since Anthony barely knew the way. As Kenzi was placed down on the metal cot he took his jacket off and placed it beneath her head to support it and get it off the cold metal. He quickly scanned the rest of the room as Konome entered in what seemed to be a rage.

Her face that seemed expressionless earlier now seemed furious. She went over to the barely conscious spear wielder and began to interrogate him, and as he seemed to be nearing a fainting spell again Anthony stepped forwards. "Excuse me Konome. I believe that i will be the more able of the group to give you a debriefing. I may be new here but i was in the middle of all this as well and seem to be one of the more..... conscious ones i should suffice to say. Please let Tobias rest for now and i will give you all the details you need to the best of my abilities."

Anthony took a step forwards and presented himself strongly even in the face of such an intimidating teacher. In his mind he was shaking and fearful of getting kicked out but in the back of his thoughts he knew it was better to help out than to run. His ribs burned in pain as he stood at full attention, small trickles of blood leaked onto his shirt and some more trickled from his mouth from the earlier fight. He scanned the room once more to see the redhead in critical condition, whereas Kenzi and Tobias just seemed to be in shock. Isaac was behind him next to Kenzi and the others he didn't know of were scattered around.

"Please. Let me help and take their places until they are stable and fully able to help. In their current states they would only hamper a proper interrogation and possibly give you misinformation due to the adrenaline, shock and possible blood loss. You of all people should know what i mean, and i apologize in advance if i am being forwards or disrespectful..."