Racutio would eventually appear stepping through the auditorium doors by shoving them open with his single left arm effortlessly. The huge non-human tan being with blue hair and red eyes would spit out the used up roach of a burned up blunt and wipe his face with the back of his right hand, with only a few scratches on his white button-up shirt here and there from where harpies and wolves got in too close. He'd turn and look to Kallen and Nora, and he'd make his way over to them, holstering his soul magnum in it's leather holster. He wouldn't say anything until there are no students nearby. For that brief period of time, he'd speak in a low hushed tone to the two of them as fellow teachers. "This guy is a Demon Lord of some sort. With the efficiency of how many demon gates and portals opened up, we're probably dealing with Lord Damon Night. The question is, why is he after that student, and what we need to do to get her back. I don't know if taking a platoon of students is a good idea. Maybe a smaller group of powerful individuals..." He'd wait as a few students pass by, going silent, then he'd open a small spacial rift next to him to grab his hooded sleeveless slayer vest, pulling it out of the rift and putting it on, throwing his hood up and crossing his arms in thought as the students pass, and things clear again, he'd speak low again. "I want to know your ideas. We can play this like an army or play it smart like a command unit and quickly get her back with no casualties. One way or the other works." It seems Racutio is a lot more level-headed now that he's killed a couple demons, it seems he's now just on calculation mode trying to do this situation tactically after getting his frustration out on the demons that caused all the confusion. He just wants to pistol whip and kick the crap out of the man responsible for taking that student. He didn't know her history, so to Racutio, he didn't know his student. She was too reserved. For a reason now no doubt, if a Demon Lord like Damon Night wanted her. It could mean nothing good.
Asuna would look to Church and his book, and nod. She'd begin to see a couple healers using a couple wrong herbs, and she'd quickly rush over, trying to direct and help them as they help treat minor wounds to a couple students. She'd kneel down and grab Snapgrass instead of the Angelawort they were using. "You won't want to use an advanced herb like that for such a small wound. Saving larger, more potent herbs for the combat to come would be better. Pounding this Snapgrass into an ointment will clean and cauterize the smaller wounds these people have. Using Angelawort on deeper, more critical wounds and covering the wound with just the leaves is enough to heal most any ailment, then using this same ointment style you can heal the wound after." The two students would seemingly take in everything the young girl told them, nearly baffled speechless that a kid like this knew more about the plants they've been working with in a mere few months, this girl already knew more about them than they did. Asuna would quickly get up after handing them the Snapgrass, and move on to the other group she sees that needs help with their weapons, then to another, getting distracted with task after task until finally she makes her way back to being next to Church, unwinded. A very clearly constantly busy teenager. She'd look to Church with his book, and have a raised eyebrow in question of what he's reading. "What are you reading, anyways?"
