Hanz huffs."A dead mother. Und nov is ze part vhere you expect me to feel sorry for you. I vill not, for you are not ze first, nor ze last kid vho has lost one or both of zeir parents.." He sighs and shakes his head, the wind intensifies more around him as he turns his head and looks over to the direction the footsteps echo from."Of course my mother is alive, vell und plays ze piano, so I cannot relate. Nov suck it up und prepare yourself or you might meet yours faster zan you vould feel comfortable." 

He lifts his hand and signals Jake over."I knov zat it cannot be too large. If it vould be a gargantuan, it vould not fit into zese hallways, unless it vas cravling. But judging from ze footsteps, zat is not ze case." He looks over his shoulder shortly at the rest. If you are done sulking, kid, get outside. Ve vill require your speed. Vhisper, you said zat you are a master of veaponry, craft something up for yourself, I am sure zat zey do not have firearms dispenser around ze corner here. Jake. Find ze heaviest object you can both find und throv. Und try not to hit me vith it or I vill be extremely angry if und vhen I get back up." He chuckles and waits, only slightly worried thus far. Their goal would not be to kill or cripple the students, right?