The moment Thisa had summoned her Knight, everyone in the cafeteria stared at her in shock; they had expected a meltdown, but not from her. This shock lasted for about two seconds before they realized that there was a seven foot tall Knight made of steel inside the cafeteria and a slightly hysterical girl behind the controls. Those inexperienced with such things quickly ducked out of the way, but the same cannot be said for the seniors.

They were by no means the best in the school, but years of belonging to a group that taught them, and years of starting fights, ending fights, and generally being in this school taught them one thing: Never, _ever_ remain inactive in front of a persons abilities. 

There are those that _did_ react, and then suddenly the area was filled with an explosion of motion and power and general chaos. The moment Harold finished his conversation, wings sprouted out, lightning cracked, ground shook and generally everyone was prepared to go full-power total kill on a single robot.

Anderson, the short black haired youth beside the taller blonde, Lietman, huffed and suddenly the room about Thisa bent in her vision. He had the ability to manipulate light and was currently playing with the light in front of Thisa's eyes. . Thisa's perspective was skewed all over the place and constantly shifted every second.

Lietman snorted, unimpressed by Thisa's display and vanished. In a split second he was back and on top of the Knight, a drill in hand he jabbed it on top and speared through its shoulder before disappearing and reappearing with another drill. 

Michael was taking his hands out of his coat and then sticking it back in. What was actually happening was he was grabbing some rather sharp pointy and _very _conductible objects and sticking them inside the Knight, 

Several students in the background helped in their own way. One threw lightning bolts at the Knight, blowing of its body parts bit by bit; a second student froze its legs and was quickly freezing more; another stood in beside Harold ready to bail him out if things got rough - he was now also covered in head to toe in granite. He grinned at Harold. "I see _someone's _new to the whole 'ability' thing."

It was around the this time that the commotion in the library called the attention of several individuals, who were now on there way. Actually, seeing as one had the ability to move at sublight speeds, he was already there, with another one it tow . . .

He was taller than the robot itself, standing at 7'14 feet and with muscles rippling all over, his body resembled a bear more than a humans. Red hair, green eyes and dressed in simple jogging attire, Jason Grant stepped into the cafeteria with Louise Sophoro riding on his back and looking sick.

"I - urgh - want to puke."

"I told you wouldn't be able to handle that," responded Jason with a smirk. He turned towards the chaos and frowned. "Now just what is going on here?"