"What the hell?" Gavin had shot out of the school immediately once the bell rang, and now he had just seen an apartment practically explode, an odd monster out of his elder's stories, and the Grimm from before slashing its head off in one smooth motion. Gulping, he gripped his dagger under his coat.

"Umbra arma ego." His shadow grew into a group of tendrils as he ducked into an alley, the shadows therein mixing and becoming a part of himself. It was a short spell that still managed to be more viable than the vast majority of his incantations. He manipulated the shadows very slowly, allowing him to slink away within.

[i]Eventually I'm going to have to talk to him[/i]. He realized.