Izzy focused on trying to even out her breaths, her gaze never leaving the floor. She shifted her weight beneath the feeling of his stare and shoved her hands in her pockets. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing. The King of Aberrations indeed. She glanced to the door as Cerasus grinned, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, from the surge of power emanating from him. A shudder ran down her spine.
	She gasped and startled back at his outburst in answer to her comment, her wide eyes rising to him in surprise. She blinked a few times as she incredulously watched him bound around the room. She shied away from him, keeping as much space between the two of them as possible for fear he had gone mad. It was strange, even unsettling to watch someone in the skin of a grown man and radiating such an overwhelming presence prance about like the child she had first seen him as after being turned.
	“I think you spent too much time as a kid,” she breathed as his childlike giggling filled the room. “It’s infected your brain.”
	When his demeanor and laughter changed in a heartbeat, it felt like her stomach dropped. A chill that had nothing to do with the temperature encompassed her, and she stepped ever so slightly closer to the door, which she had left open.
	She watched him warily as he went to an interior wall. Expecting his strike to only leave a large hole in its wake, Izzy gasped and stumbled back at the effect his fist had, tripping on her own feet and falling hard to the floor of the classroom as the walls and part of the ceiling of the building completely collapsed, stirring up a plume of plaster dust and debris, and a squealing rain of desks crashing down from the upper floor over the classrooms. She sat there, stunned. For a couple seconds, her lungs forgot how to work. At last, she managed a quivering exhale as the dust slowly began to settle.
	[i]What have I done?[/i] she thought, still staring at the gaping hole in the ceiling. She scooted back a couple inches, not trusting herself to return to her feet. She could not get far enough away soon enough. [i]As soon I’m human,[/i] she told herself, [i]he won’t be my problem anymore.[/i]
	“W-what...” she faltered, and swallowed against her fear, unsure if she should ask her question. If he could do [i]that[/i] to the building, she shuddered to think what he could do to [i]her[/i] if she got on his nerves. She hated to imagine what might have happened to his last thrall, if that rumor was true. “What about our deal?” she finished softly, her voice quiet even in her own ears. “Your limbs for my return to humanity?”