In the chaos a loud crack sounded, echoing off of the enclosed walls, and accompanied by a bright flash. Alphonse stood with his spear in his hands, a burn on the ground where it had been laying. Summoning it to his hand had been his first reflex upon the break of the mayhem, but he had been tangled in his sheets in his rush to stand.

The sound startled the bird just as it was settling on the other boy's arm, and it flew up and started wreaking havoc yet again. This time, however, things were escalated as the young knights all followed suit and started grabbing their weapons, all swinging them about. Some were trying to chase it toward the window, others were content with the idea of killing it. Al was swinging his spear as if it were a plain stick, not wanting to kill the poor thing, just to usher it away from him. The chaos increased, and it was only a matter of time before ill-advised Magistra started flying through the air.