Yang stood near the bleachers, simply observing and taking note of the battle and the creatures wrecking havoc. Partially because of fascination, but more importantly because his conscience was wise in developing battle strategy, Take note of the actions now while they're showing off, and eliminate any surprise on the battlefield! His conscience cackled. It had taken all his will power to prevent him from taking over and joining the fray, or even just murdering random students as they ran from the scene. The toxin, although had taken effect on many of the students, some of which still laid on the floor passed out, didn't seem to effect him in the slightest. The only scent he could tell was a weird burning smell coming from around him. And here I was thinking they were friends He shrugged, looking back up to the intense aerial battle taking place Just goes to show you what this place is like He'd determined from the early murders that this place really was as malicious as the rumors let off. He inched along the bleachers, standing next to a girl he'd seen in class, Istra he believed her name to be, "We need to do something about this toxin." He recommended in an assertive tone. He figured he should probably tell someone of his plan before he did it, in case it backfired, "Do you think the gas is flamable?" Although the seriousness of the situation pressed down upon him like a weight, he couldn't help but to crack a smile.
