[h2][u]Lyn[/u][/h2]

While her bear went at the man with claws and teeth, shredding the very flesh and spilling blood, she had been taking small steps back the whole time. Bit by bit, her feet came behind causing her suddenly feel a bump. It made Lyn jump with a start and turn her head. Her eyes widen when Alaira’s fist had came flying at her, the fingers curled and balled up, causing her to immediately  react. Her body unfrozen after everything’s that happened while she let out a earsplitting scream of fright. 

Instantly, Lyn crouch down. She rushed her hands on her head top, rushing to protect her face and skull, while her knees bent and tried to avoid Alaira’s aim. Wood made a hollow thunk when it slammed into the cart causing it dent and rattle against the surface, certainly leaving Alaira’s fingers stinging and numb from the force behind it. Lyn curled into a tighter ball with fear digging into her core. It would fill Ssarak’s tabs on Lyn with sudden fear and panic, her mind screaming as loud as her lungs. Her scream small and meek compared to Alaira's next words.  

[color=yellow]"S-stay back! K-keep away from me!"[/color] Alaira shouted causing the frighten child to flinch and shiver, her arms still fastened tightly to her head.

When Alaira move, she couldn’t help her reaction. Instead of being calm enough to see her Aunt’s direction, the child just wanted to be gone and her feet stirred to do just that. Her bare soles slapped the concrete starting with one step then followed by another, her legs moving the pace faster. In moments, Alaira’s focus distracted and the others fighting for their lives, Lyn shifted around and made a mad dash for the opposite direction. Her hand had enough sense to tighten her grip on the dagger when she moved, ensuring not to lose it. Now she had nothing but the deep need to escape the chaos leading her away. The childish notion that running would be best. 
   
If she made it too far from her caretakers, she might very well be lost in the wilds of Djarkel. Or at least lost to those who would protect her. There was a reason few dare to venture within the wilderness without protection, bandits or no, after all.  

[H2][u]Khan [/u][/H2]

Khan stepped in, his eyes drifted and caught Lucilia’s current fashion. In reality he shouldn’t have been surprised. Lucilia usually liked to impress students, putting on a good appearance as representative of the College and giving them some comfort, dressing in interesting formal clothing. Currently she was wearing a white, slender fitting dress with soft decorations and black tights underneath,vanishing into high heel leather boots. He inwardly flinched on seeing them from the corner of his sight. The things seemed like walking death traps, each step rather painful and torture to walk on.    

 However, he suspected some of her concern wasn’t completely genuine. The feeling increased when words poured out of Lucilia’s mouth, sounding like honey tainted with serpent venom. His wings tightened closer to his body and his knuckles stayed fast on his cane, eyes closed when his head returned the formal bow. Her introduction began rather quickly with little time wasted. All the time he remained silent, studying her, as she went on with the normal greeting and ended in a question. 

[color=aba000]“I merely came for a entrance form, Lucilia. I already have his name and mageblood.”[/color] Khan interrupted for a moment, his hand reached for the paper stack he knew held the correct forms. 

Inside he hoped she wouldn’t wonder about why he hadn’t went to his office instead. Namely as he barely touched the fresh stack from yesterday and right this moment, was locked safely in the drawer of his desk. In addition to his worry, he didn’t feel...comfortable about Lucilia’s subtle glare, one he knew well enough thanks to his years in Djarkel. The same she gave each of his demons, including Rathel, and it drew more concern from him. It was one of utter loathing hidden within her eyes.

Any farther thoughts were interrupted by Rathel’s warning. 
 
[color=c4df9b][i]Khan… the vines, someone’s in your office![/i][/color]

[color=aba000]"Shit!"[/color] Khan uttered abruptly, partly out loud and under his breath. 

Without thinking, he instantly rushed toward the exit. His hand came out and slammed Lucilia’s door back open, his pace much more rapid than was healthy for his limp as he moved to his office. His mind frantically driving his body beyond its limits. Rathel’s anger and fear mingled among Khan’s own, feeding it, while he summoned the demon in to his side. He barely notice when his shoulder clipped someone along the way, the sting when his flesh slammed into metal, and continued flying past Uicle. He barely realized his cane had slipped out of his grasp as he drove into the entrance, not even seeing the broken wooden splintered about, and roared. 

[color=aba000]“Rathel!”[/color] 

In a moment, the Rune on Khan’s chest glowed and seared in pain causing Rathel to emerge. The demon erupted from a portal in seconds, landing with a hard click on the stone path, his black eyes looking distinctly cold. His magic reached into the vines and forced them to recoil, their few remaining tendrils pulled back into the stone it was intwine within. Several chucks had crumbled off and holes littered the interior, leaving the office in total shambles between the wood Elf’s hacking, the vines’ attack and Khan’s own orderly mess. 

Slowly, he edged deeper in. He didn’t bother picking up his cane and hide his pain from each step, the leg flared at the applied pressure. Khan had little time to speak before Rathel’s voice started causing the headmaster to whip his attention in the demon’s direction. 

[color=c4df9b]“I told you, Khan. This shouldn’t have happened...” [/color]