Wide eyed, Yang stared at Pandora as she talked, all the while feeling the blood drip off his body. When she was finished talking, Yang was silent for a moment, simply staring at her with wide blue eyes. Slowly, he started to shake his head, "Nuh-uh. Nope. Not today. Not going to happen. You must take me for a fool to just up and hand out my blood to a... a... er..." Yang struggled, trying to recall Pandora's species. He rose a bloody hand, and started lightly tapping himself on the head as if to shake some memories loose. His own blood that came off his hand practically disappeared as it landed on his messy red hair, camouflaging nearly perfectly. He lowered his hand, "Ah, yes! A vamon. Nope. Not gonna happen. Besides, I don't think you'd like the er, taste?" Yang added, glancing furtively to the ground, where his own blood had singed through Pandora's, burning through the cement beneath and leaving little bullet hole like craters in the ground around him, with steam rising from the holes. Yang looked back up to Pandora's face, and nearly fell backwards in shock. "Heh, um, c-calm down Pandora." He comforted, noting for the first time the burning red that consumed her eyes and the fangs that protruded from her mouth. Slowly, as if cornered by a predator, Yang stepped out of the pool of blood, standing so Pandora stood between him and the broken glass door. He shook his leg off, sending splats of black blood to the ground around him and cleaning his pants ever so slightly. "N-now if you'll just k-kindly move your tail towards me, I could help seal some of those wounds..." Yang stammered. He heard a sizzling noise below him, but he didn't dare take his eyes off Pandora to check what it was. He could, however, see that the red aura around his hands had grown larger, and it's center had begun to turn blue. Crap, I should have been paying attention to that... he took a couple deep breaths, and the area around him cooled, but he could still hear a sizzling beneath him, and the blue glow, although faint, still outlined his hands on top of the red aura, shooting the temperature around him to uncomfortable heights. Your cowardice makes me want to vomit. Sh-Shut up! Ha! Even in your thoughts you are weak. Your a pathetic waste of skin, who manages to get scared of thin air. Oh, wait, sorry, I meant to say "imaginary friend" Yang kept his wary eyes glued to Pandora's fangs, and gulped.
Brutus half listened to Shiro, his eyes wandering around to the shattered remains of his desk as he also listened to various conversations around him, picking out potential fights, as he felt that King's message was more of a warning to keep the class under control until the lesson began. Upon hearing Shiro mention his prowess in combat, Brutus' gaze listed lazily over to him, and he was able to catch his ears twitching. He stared at the animal like features atop his head, and slowly through half closed eyes began analyzing him from head to toe, "It seems animal ears and combat skills go 'and in 'and." He thought, his mind thinking back momentarily to King. He shook his head. He waited patiently until Shiro was done talking to speak again, "Yer paps seems like a nice guy, I can tell you that much. Lot better than some parents I've been told bout." he began, "Mind ya, my opinion of 'im might be influenced just a bit by him making me a free desk." he marveled. As he said it out loud he thought to himself, This seems awful fluky to me now that I'm thinking it through... His eyes narrowed as he continued, "Or so you say." He muttered under his breath, "Yeesh ya must got some pretty strong stuff where yer from," he started back up again, practically immediately, "Can hold 800 to 1000 lbs. Ya sure don' mess around where yer from." Brutus babbled, "Sounds good to me though mate. I'll just have to watch my weight!" He laughed heartily, and reached a hand down to pat Shiro lightly on the back.