The blonde's shaking did little to help the situation in fact only serving to further fuel the fire that raged in Thisa's mind. She jerked back as to break any grip of the blonde's that may have still remained, she needed to be free. Thisa without a second thought discarded her jacket, underneath was nothing but a white t-shit, she usually doesn't take off her jacket anyway. Next more drastically she practically tore off her skit, without a scrap of care for modesty all she wanted to do was rid herself of shadows. Without her regular clothing there was a lot less to the imagination as her full figure, details omitted, was free for all to see now no longer covered. Thisa cared very little for the situation between the two lieutenants, no she had something else on her wild mind. 

**"HEY you assholes, LAUGHING at my expense rather then actually helping like any HALF-decent human would do! Every single one of you has decided to get the hell out of here now that shit is getting tough, NO fuck this FUCK every little bit of this. NO!"** Thisa's full rage was now directed to the crowd of students who still remained. A small part of her conscious resurfaced telling her what she was about to do was against so many rules... but she quickly stomped it down. 

Thisa focused her energy in a small space in front of her, willing metal to bend at her will. Pieces of metal started flying to this single space as if attracted by a powerful magnet, and in a place like the cafeteria there was a lot of loose metal, silverware, food trays, fallen screws from furniture, and even objects like Harold's own laptop. The metals collided into a single quivering mass of molten metal, akin to what the formation of planets must look like. Once this ball was almost as big, if not larger then Thisa herself, she started to mold the ball into a human shape. It took form quickly, and before long a machine in its full shape stood its ground. It was a robot, in a way, very tall at seven feet, it looked like a metal knight complete with a large tower shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other. Its body looked like a full set of gothic plate armor colored silver. The knight shifted, wiring of motors and servoes could be heard as it moved. This was her ability *Finely-Tuned Mechanisms* to create machines out of metals. 

With her knight in toe Thisa stared into the crowd, trying to stand straight the creation of the knight was extremely taxing due to its size and sheer complexity for even basic function. Thisa wheezed, she was unprepared for the amount of energy it would have taken, but she had to make a point, she had to make a FUCKING point. In the very back regions of her mind echoed *Help me Harold... I can't stop...*