Still sitting at the table as Zinnia began to walk away Iron contemplated how good the morning seemed to be going, these thoughts though were quickly interrupted by the entire dining hall going to hell. A table was smashed to bits by one person while another began to shift into a demon and in the time that it took Iron to take this in Zinnia had dashed the intervening space and now held a girl at knife point. Standing from the table he began to lower his gravity to make himself capable of moving faster across the open space to Zinnia and the girl. However before he could even move forward a ring of fire burst into existence around the girl who Iron realized he had, as of yet no name for. Still trying to decide on a course of action Iron began looking around. Whatever had caused everyone to temporarily lose their mind seemed to be receding and no one looked as if they had actually been injured. Still just looking around Iron knew that he would be doing some nights at the bar for this, after all it was his job to [i]prevent[/i] stuff like this from getting out of hand... Which led to the question currently on his mind: was this still out of hand? It was hard to tell, the fighting itself, what little there had been, had died down and now fire separated Zinnia and her would be victim. Sitting back down in his seat Iron let out an audible sigh, not only had the day gone down hill ridiculously fast but the girl that he had just agreed to meet up with later had just threatened to kill someone.