Asta watched in utter shock as guards were thrown aside, some falling unconscious while others struggled to recuperate from the sudden shock.  It was rather comical and the crowd was thickening.  The few guards who started to get to their feet would see the little Machina-boy-thing picking up his two new companion.  However, they wouldn't even take note of the direction the small group was running.  Spectral, white whisps emanated slightly from Asta's eyes as she watched from behind her hood, her hand shifting and waving inconspicuously.  The crowd was fixated on the little group as they ran away, but the air started to ripple directly in front of the guards, a wall of mirage appearing directly before them.  Those familiar with Void magic would notice it immediately, but the school was a difficult one to grasp.  The illusion was hardly anything to scoff at; were it so much as touched, it would disappear.  On the other hand, it was enough time to confuse the hell out of the guards for only a moment.  The air was shimmering, and a few of the crowd members noticed it.

"It's a trick!  That Magi out there is trying to fool you, get 'im!!"  The people turned to an uproar.  Dear Saints, the Church had really ruined the perception of all of them, didn't it?  They all thought that that kid was evil just because he cast magic trying to protect a kid being harassed by guards.  Ironic, though, that they thought he was the caster and nobody even looked to her.  As soon as the guards had recovered and moved into the wall, shattering the illusion, all three of the misfits and their moorcat were gone.

Asta crouched down near Myria, "Go find them, I'll be right behind you," She instructed pointing in the direction of the woods.  The cobra fox slunk through the throngs of people and was able to slip away undetected into the treeline.  Asta waited for the crowd to disperse as the trail of the misfits grew cold.  She pulled stepped beyond the treeline unnoticed and started her own search.  Myria would likely be hiding somewhere [i]near[/i] the group, but not making contact with them.  Asta would feel it had they found the cobra fox and don anything rash.  Considering they had a child with a moorcat and one seemingly over-generous Magi, it seemed unlikely to happen.

Asta couldn't directly know where Myria was, but as she traveled she had a "getting warmer/getting colder" feeling based on the direction she was going and whether she was getting closer to the fox.  Finally, after what seemed like an age, she found them sitting around, resting after the [i]massive[/i] casting that the boy had to use earlier.  The Ydra girl waited a few moments before clearing her throat and stepping out, Myria walking directly beside her.

"That was some... er...  Impressive work back there, I suppose.  Bit of a strange situation you've all landed yourself in, though, I must admit," She said with a shrug, looking the three plus one of them over.  "You casted some pretty heavy magic, I'm pretty surprised you didn't actually die from it."  Her observation was blunt, sure, but she wasn't one for using extraneous flourishes on her statements.  "Name's Asta," She stated, crossing her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow, "Think I ran into you," She started, looking at Ethan, "And you," Her eyes flitted to Amuné, "Near the tavern I was in earlier...  You've been causing a lot of commotion today, it seems."