Ethan, and the "Boy behind the bush" were in for aquite a surprise. First there was a crack, and then a snap. Moments later, a 6'3 wildhaired 17 year old comes sprinting from the forest at well over 30 mph. He nearly tripped upon Slick, but was able to menuever around them. The man who almost ran Slick over was evidentally, headed towards the school.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!" He shouts as he skids to a stop somewhere in between the two people.

(Edited for sake of a better description.)

The man stood in a cloud of dust, between Ethan an the blast crator, and Slick and his bush. His feet were bare, revealing clean, sharp nails, that were replicated in slightly smaller porportions on his hands as claws. His chest was rising and falling steadily, as if the 30mph dash he just broke was only a mild natured jog. Dirt and dead bugs were splattered about his face ad chest as if he were the windshield of a car. His deepset eyes were glancing back and forth between the two individuals, either sizing them up, or just keeping an eye on them.