Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seemed. Up above the whirring sound accompanied by the panicked shouts of students was enough tot tell that something was going wrong. At the very least he was out of it, but he still said a silent prayer for the safety of the others. If the director really was willing to off some of them, then that only made the ones alive even more valuable. 

Speaking of, the chiming voice of another echoed down the hall. Mashuka turned around to see the kendo-wielding girl approach, wearing a grin that left him feeling like he wasn't supposed to share her glee. Sure enough she made it quite clear that she was not looking for the dorms, nor a roommate. Perhaps this was more in-line with what he expected at the academy, but he had certainly not expected it on day one, in the hallway leading to the dorms.

[color=00aeef]"Well, guess this is better a bomb,"[/color] he said, offering a nervous smile. [color=00aeef]"After you then."[/color]

He left the knife back in its sheath, there'd be no reason to draw blood. Attempting to kill fellow students and staff didn't strike him as a very good way to introduce himself to the school, so if the encounter gained him a few bruises he'd at least be happy all parties had lived. Instead he stepped into a ready stance as he'd been taught to do, open palms held before him. 

The girl looked strong, and he figured she knew how to handle the wooden blade well. If he was lucky he could disarm her, but something told him he'd spend most of the encounter on the defensive. He could practically feel the ache in his arms already, it was going to be a long afternoon.