[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i]Kimiko Maita[/i][/color][/h2][hr][@Crimmy][@Savo][@GarlandDaHero][@Suku][/center]
The idea that Suzune was more of a coward than Kimiko had never crossed her mind before now. She had always seemed tough before, ready to tear the head off any guy that approached. Was that all an act that faded as soon as real danger loomed? If Kimiko were not completely terrified herself, she might have thought more on the matter.

As it stood, the crumpled frog, deafening screech in her ear, and her classmates ready to storm the halls and fight did not seem to mix well with Kimiko. "I-is it really a good idea for any of us to leave?" Kimiko spoke up. "We know it is safe here, or at least, there is no immediate threat other than... whatever is on those walls." If Kimiko did not call it blood, then it did not need to be blood, or so she hoped. 

Her words seemed to be doing little to slow down Frosty. "W-wait a minute! If you are set upon leaving, then perhaps we should find some way to arm ourselves first." She approached the prop weapons that were in the room and drew one, although her movements were less than perfect due to a certain misandrist hindering her. "These might not be real, but they should keep w-whatever is out there at bay. Unless you wish to go boxing with whatever entity did all of this." Kimiko gestured to their surroundings. Although serenity was not an option for her, she still attempted to keep her wits about her. It was the only advantage she had in a fight, after all.