[u]Uicle[/u]

"Tyrael, perhaps we should give her over to Lidda  or Sam. I know how you like to rip thing's apart, but students, I'm afraid, are off limits. Please, put away your claws." Uicle said, arriving in time to hear Tyrael and see the carnage that had been once Khan's office. A look at the plants was all he needed to understand what happened. "Khan, I assume the reason you threw me into the nearby wall and fell over is because your watch plants have turned into attack plants and tried to murder the Elf Tyrael is trying to rip apart to save. I do apologize miss, our headmaster usually has more sense than this, but appears to have misplaced and is currently unable to find where he put it. I'm Uicle, the Necromancy teacher at the school and currently one of the few people trying to prevent your evisceration." Whatever the trapped soul, back in his usual armor, was about to say was cut off as a chunk of the ceiling fell and added a new dent to his already horribly dented helmet. "Really? Really. I swear, I actually look forward to variety now. That was your plan all along, wasn't it? To make me hate it more because it happens [i]all the godsdamned time[/i]." 

For a moment he paused, waiting for something else to happen. "Now, Khan if you're done introducing students to your newest security system, and Tyrael if you're done trying to murder them as they walk through the door, I'll take the elf to Sam or Lidda or both to get help, and you two can settle the huggy orc in to the college nicely. Without doing anything nasty to him. Good? Good. Let's go elf, before the parasites burst from your eyes."